The sacred altar of eerie dawn

In the eerie silence of the morning, a young woman with flowing white hair and a corseted figure emerged from the mist. Her delicate features were illuminated by the soft light of dawn as she approached the sacred altar. Among the shadows, ghostly cocks flapped their wings, drawn to her presence. She knelt before the altar, her white stockings glinting in the pale light. As the first rays of sunlight touched the sacred stone, the air grew thick with the scent of incense and the whispers of forgotten souls.