Chunks of jagged rubble cascade from the crumbling archway, their rough, dust-caked surfaces grinding against one another with a low, resonant crunch. Tattered leather straps, thick and weathered, dangle from the heap like forgotten reins, their supple hides cracked and frayed from years of strain. The immense pile looms, a colossal barrier of stone and hide, blocking the shadowed path ahead.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).