Coarse granite rubble grinds underfoot, jagged edges biting into your soles like scattered teeth. Tangled hemp fibers weave through the debris, their frayed strands snagging skin and cloth with insistent tugs. Medium-sized chunks, fist to forearm long, form precarious piles that shift with every breath of wind, dust veiling the air in gritty haze.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).