What is the price of eternal youth when your own soul is at stake? Can any beauty be eternal, except the beauty of art? In a world where appearance and false brilliance are the only currency, Oscar Wilde’s story serves as a dismal warning about a society that elevates an idol to a pedestal, only to mercilessly tear it down. Although created more than a hundred years ago, Dorian Gray is not only a character from the past, but also a product of our time: a victim of the terror of beauty, a prisoner of obsession with an ideal appearance and self-created concept that causes the envy of our surroundings. But for how long and at what cost? While we feverishly feed our own cult of personality, our soul is rotting in the depths of an abyss, because transience marks everyone and everything. Except for art.