Quarry

The quarry greets tributes like a large gaping mouth, descending into the foundation of the Arena. The ground fragments into steps that are each at least five feet high. Here, the ground is a deep, dark red, suggesting clay. As one descends the steps, the red earth becomes darker, until it’s nearly black at the base of the quarry. At the foot of the rock steps, large blocks of brown, red and gray rock sit upon a cracked, parched earth. The quarry once might have been bustling, even perhaps filled with water. Now, it’s dry as bone. (Rosetta)