Inside a grand church, the air is thick with the scent of incense and candle wax, but the beauty of the space is tainted by a sense of foreboding. A beautiful woman stands at the altar, her long, cascading hair glistening like spun gold in the bright, colored light streaming through the stained-glass windows. She wears a delicate, lacy gown that seems to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, accentuating her ethereal figure. Her skin is alabaster, almost glowing, contrasting sharply with the deep shadows cast by the towering columns. Her eyes, wide and filled with an unsettling innocence, scan the room, reflecting the vibrant colors of the stained glass—though something about her gaze feels predatory. Around her, the twisted figures of saints in the stained glass seem to shift and leer, their once-holy expressions warped into grimaces. As she reaches out to touch the altar, a pulse of energy ripples through the air, causing the candles to flicker violently. The once serene atmosphere feels charged with an electric tension, as if the very stones of the church are holding their breath in anticipation of what might unfold.