The deep, booming sound of something massive crumbling to the ground. A derelict building? The twin towers? Civilization? A note, human in tone but not in quality, echoes in the dark. It is soon followed by a second dissonant note, then a third ... The Furies are waking. There’s another soundscape in our world: the relentless pitter-patter of rain. It will echo throughout the space for the duration of our story, and will vary in intensity from soft to violent to diluvial