Chunks of jagged rubble, etched with faint scorch marks, cradle a tarnished brass sphere no larger than a fist. Its surface, pitted and dulled by time, bears swirling engravings that catch faint glimmers of light. Cool to the touch, the metal hums subtly, as if echoing buried secrets from a collapsed vault.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).