The Cornucopia

The tributes rise into the arena to find the air cloaked in nostalgia. The giant horn of plenty at their center is a quaint reminder of everything you may need in the days ahead. Despite its alarming size, it appears to have been hand-woven, expertly bound together by gentle and caring hands. During the bloodbath, the various goods spilling out of its mouth could be the only thing keeping it tethered to the ground. One strong gust of wind could be all it takes to send this thing tumbling into the distance. Tiny holes in its surface allow the white-gold sun above to peak through, and you decide it would do little in terms of protection from the elements, but it sure is nice to look at.