The sacred altar of eerie morning

In the eerie silence of the morning, a young woman with flowing white hair and a corset stood before the sacred altar. The air buzzed with the presence of ghostly cocks flying around her, their translucent forms shimmering in the pale light. She wore a white dress with intricate patterns, her legs spread wide as she sat upon the garter belt, the white stockings peeking out from beneath her hem. Around her neck was a choker, its gemstone eyes glinting faintly. In the distance, dead hands protruded from the earth, their skeletal fingers reaching towards her. The scene was both haunting and alluring, a blend of beauty and the supernatural.