Trapped by the power of the Enchantress that owns the garden in which you trespassed, you've been partially petrified into a polished stone sphinx. Your head and torso held by magical force, perfectly still to match your rigid pose. You can pull against it to look around, but inevitably it snaps you back into pose. That heavy collar around your neck reminds you of your new position in life... your new purpose. A warden for the Enchantress's garden, perhaps to animate and move when she needs you, but meanwhile, you'd better get used to your place on the plinth~