The altar of eternity

The sacred altar stood silent under the pale morning light, its surface shimmering with otherworldly energy. A young woman, her white hair flowing like moonlight, knelt before it, dressed in a corset and garters. Around her neck hung a choker adorned with dark gemstones. Her stockings glimmered against the sacred stone as she moved, the air thick with the scent of incense and mystery. From the shadows emerged ghostly cocks, their translucent forms flapping silently above her. She looked up, her eyes wide with both fear and allure, as the spectral birds circled her, their ghostly forms taunting her with their presence.