If I had to think of who embodies the myth of Dorian Gray today, I would have no doubt. With just one fundamental difference: he did not ask the devil for beauty, but for power and survival at the center of the stage. And the devil, for his own amusement, gave him everything, yet molded his face into the exact image of his soul. Always subservient to the strong, never a compassionate gesture toward the weak—for them, only public humiliation and judgment. That is how, step by step, one descends into the darkness of a needlessly luxurious prison of the soul.