A sprawling Victorian mansion sits on a foggy hill, its walls entirely constructed of shimmering, reflective CDs. The roof is a mosaic of large, rounded discs, their edges overlapping and catching the light in a thousand different colors. The windows of the mansion are composed of rows of tiny CDs, arranged like glass panes, and the door is a massive, polished disc that swings open with a soft, digital hum. The front yard is dotted with statues made of stacked CDs, each one reflecting the eerie moonlight in a glowing, ethereal display.