Crushed ironwood rubble, tiny shards like splintered bones of ancient oaks, glints with metallic veins amid dust-choked crevices. Jagged edges bite into palms, their bark-textured surfaces veined with rust-red ore that weeps faint sap. Beneath the debris, faint roots twist like frozen lightning, anchoring forgotten ruins to unyielding earth.
These sliders set site audio only, so you can mix against Discord and other apps (phone volume still caps everything).