Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon: Animal Parade or Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray nor do I associate with any of their professional affiliates. The following story is a fan made work with no monetary profit. No copyright infringement intended.

Welcome – welcome one and all! Sit, sit – relax awhile. Make yourself at home, have a cup of coffee, put your feet up. Have a healthy dose of hedonism.

This is going to be very difficult for me. I've never been much of a philosopher, but I'm about to become one. Oscar Wilde is a favorite writer of mine and I would hate to do his one and only novel an ill justice.

If you've never read the book, this should be very interesting for you. I highly recommend the original – it's simply too glorious to pass up!

If you have read the book – DO NOT SAY ANYTHING PLEASE. If you've read Her Scarlet Letter, you'll know I deviated from Nathaniel Hawthorne quite a bit. I've got a new ending, but lots of things are the same as the original work to start. Please don't reveal anything to your fellow readers. It's more fun not to know. =)

Thank you for showing some interest and I hope you stick around to see this through. As of right now, there are thirty-one chapters planned, including this preface and the epilogue.

Let's have some fun with twisted values!

Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading. –W.H. Auden

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express. –Sir Francis Bacon

To the beautiful belongs an endless variety. It is seen not only in symmetry and elegance of form, in youth and health, but is often quite as fully apparent in decrepit old age. It is found in the cottage of the peasant as well as the palace of kings. –George Caleb Bingham

What is beauty? Where can it be found?

Does it grow from a seed? Locked deep inside the ground?

Can it blossom in love or wrinkle in death?

Does beauty even care for the living breath?

What makes beauty, and why does it fade?

Is it a God given gift? Can beauty be made?

Is there beauty? Can it be in art?

Does beauty need morals? A brain? A heart?

Art does not need these, so one thing we can say:

Beauty in art has not a virtue to pay.