Standing in a Castle Bedroom ---> Floating in Space

[AN: So this one got a little ahead of me and is probably bit more on the horror side of things than horny. Very psychological.]

Time stretches on, without moving. The last sounds I heard of the world drone endlessly in my ears. I'm not sure how long I've been stuck like this, doing my best not to tempt fate any further. Not to rock the boat, awaiting rescue I'm increasingly certain will never arrive.

I am so very, very, dreadfully bored: I think at this point I've even grown numb to the sensations of, ahem, sensation her Highness' spellcraft wrought.

Has it been only minutes? Hours? Days? My heart aches as I recall horror stories and hearsay from adventurers and soldiers, regarding magics the demons might employ to break them by doing... nothing. Nothing at all.

I want to cry.

Am I just going to be stuck in the castle, standing in the bedroom forever? Surely, at some point I will be found, but for me... will that moment ever arrive? I feel as time goes on less that I am standing, and more that I am merely... 'floating in space,' on some supernal plane apart from the reality I've always known. Ah. I'm a poet now! Am I going mad?

Suddenly, sensation returns. Rather: It changes.

The drone I've grown used to is gone. The warmth of the sun as well - even the sickly-sweet caress of her Highness spellcraft. Where did it---?

I gaze at a sea of stars, with no sky to interrupt me. The world bends on both sides of me, and I feel utterly helpless and unsupported. Yet, even without the frozen time of this cursed mirror, I feel I won't fall. I feel strangely light, and my hair lifts as if caught by a breeze that isn't there.

What is this sensation of cold, without cold? Of heat, without warmth? Wind without air?

Ever since I've touched that mirror, I've been trapped in this place... At least it's beautiful.

I wonder how much longer I'll be able to appreciate that beauty? To distract myself, I count the stars. Perhaps like sheep, after I reach a high enough tally my eyes will close, and I will wake from this terrible dream.

(maid, wavy light-green hair, apron, maid uniform, surprised expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, floating in space)

[AN: This is by far the silliest change I've seen so far lol, but sure, let's find out where the hell this even goes. What's life and unlimited power without whimsy? Well... depressing, when I get my hands on it it seems. It turns out that curse follows me even in a medium like this... Poor Cheryl. Where do you even go from here?]