Arthur lived in a city where it never stopped raining. London was a watercolor painting in shades of grey and charcoal. Everyone carried umbrellas; everyone wore waterproof boots. Water was the only thing in abundance.

But Arthur was dying of thirst.

It had started as a psychological quirk—a sudden, inexplicable aversion to the sensation of moisture. Then it evolved into a pathology. Whenever he touched water, his mind registered it as dry sand. When he drank, he felt as though he were swallowing powdered glass.

He visited every specialist in the city. They checked his nerves, his tongue, his brain. They found nothing. "A psychosomatic delusion," they called it. "A rare form of sensory inversion."

Arthur became obsessed with the concept of 'wetness.' He spent his days in the British Museum, staring at paintings of oceans and waterfalls, trying to remember what it felt like to be drenched. He bought humidifiers and filled his apartment with steam, but to him, the air felt like a desert.

He began to crave the rain. He would stand in the middle of the street during a downpour, letting the water soak through his clothes, screaming at the sky. To the onlookers, he was a madman enjoying a storm. To Arthur, he was a man standing in a void, feeling the wind blow through a wasteland.

The paradox was a torture. He was surrounded by the very thing he needed, yet he was the only dry thing in a wet world. He began to imagine that his skin was turning into salt, that his organs were shriveling into husks.

He stopped eating, as food felt like dry ash in his mouth. He spent his final days lying on his floor, watching the raindrops streak across the windowpane. He imagined the drops were tiny, crystalline prisons, each one holding a world of moisture that he could never touch.

On his last night, Arthur crawled to the bathroom and turned on the tap. He plunged his face into the basin of water.

As he inhaled the liquid, he didn't feel the drowning. He felt a sudden, violent surge of wetness. For one glorious second, the inversion flipped. He felt the cold, heavy weight of the water filling his lungs, a torrential rain inside his chest.

He died in a state of absolute hydration, the only wet man in the driest city in the world.

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