On the horizon, all that can be seen is a great expanse of green. Tall grass sways in the wind the closer you approach, and you notice that the blades are dried by the sun and rough to the touch. This area seems almost frozen in place, save for the endless dance that takes place here. You could almost lose yourself in watching the hypnotic display. But don’t give up control of your mind, Tribute. Remember that all you can see is the surface; the terrors lurk within. Maybe the hoofprints on the ground will guide you home.

A stretch of mostly flat, barren land stands before you. Shrubs and scrawny trees dot the landscape, but heat scorched grass and dirt conquer it. An easy walk, right? Think again. A wise tribute must keep one eye on the ground at all times. Small burrowed holes are everywhere, dug by who knows what. Hungry creatures are lurking just beneath the surface. One wrong step and you could break a leg — or lose it.

Has there ever been a sight more beautiful than this? You spot the blur of yellow in the distance before you can give them a shape — thousands of sunflowers that go on for miles on end. Maybe their vastness is only a trick of the mind. What is real, however, is the rush of joy that this area gives you. Everything is bright, warming you from the inside, and it’s nearly impossible to hide your smile. But you’re still only standing at the mouth of this place; you have not yet been swallowed by it. Step within, but walk with caution. Beauty rots the closer you get to its source.

Once, you believe, this must have been a magical place. The big top has been ravaged by time, its insides gutted out and the reminders of it former purpose left broken. There are still remnants of the festivities that took place here — three puppets on a stage, a popcorn machine turned over, fliers for acts that fill you with a sense of excitement. A pile of bones at its center. Should you feel joy here, or should you mourn? If you listen closely, you can hear the ghost an enchanting melody on the wind.

While most of the Arena is a flat expanse, this area alone is different. A thick rock presses against the sky, eroded by rain and wind and resembling, slightly, a thumb. As charming as it may appear, danger lurks between the rocks. Brittle grass sprouts around its base, and evidence of other travelers is scattered all around. Pieces of shredded tents, cooking pots rusted through, and bones sticking out of rock crevices. Careful where you roam, encased in stone is not a pleasant way to go.