Beauty Is A Maze

The Threshold in front of her was a place of beauty, the sky swirling with impossible colours, the distant dark horizon constantly flowing from one shade to another, and flowers from all kinds of places covering the floor yet swaying aside to avoid her footsteps. At the same time, she could already feel it starting to drain her, her very presence here being both welcomed and rejected.
She knew better than to stay here long, despite how it looked like the perfect place for a rest. Everyone knew, or else they learned that lesson fast. The flower field was a maze that drew its Power from everywhere and everyone. Stay too long, and you would find yourself falling to your knees the very moment it seized your being. She too did not feel like she could eternally resist the place yet.
Yet without rushing, she steadily moved through the flowers, almost random to a normal observer. That is why people still came here, that is why this Threshold held so much Power. It took from so many places and that meant it was connected there. If you navigated it right, flowed along the right currents, you could make your way elsewhere far faster than by any other means.
Knowing how to walk here, was not something learned easily. It took strength and experience. A path cannot be explained, only felt. One had to either follow another and learn, or follow their own instincts. Yet they had to be sure said instincts were actually their own. A subconscious desire planted by another, could easily lead one to their own demise.
She knew that all too well. Thrice she had ended one herself that way, luring them in with her own spells. Two had been Echoes, but one had been Real. And once, an Echo of her own had consumed two Real people. So eager they had been to exploit her, they had failed to realise either the true identity of the Echo, or the fact it had already started falling apart.
So her Echo had led them here, then had danced through the fields. They had followed, not realising it was no new secret path until it was too late. As the Echo laughed and dissipated, they had already lost too much strength to make their way out. The flowers had claimed them, accompanied by the echo of the laughter.
Today, her path did not take her near that spot. That is why she only barely could hear the laughter in the distance, a gentle rainshower of pure joy that brought a smile to her face.