Anti-Cosmo sat at the window of his spacious kitchen, surrounded by the stone walls of the castle in which he lived. It was raining outside the window, as always. These gray, gloomy clouds covering the sky, and cold drops drumming restlessly on the glass, were constant companions of his world — the World of Anti-Fairies. A world where, unlike the sunny and cheerful world of Fairies, there is almost no sunlight. In this gloomy realm, where the rains did not stop, everything seemed soaked in cold and silence, as if nature itself supported his dark thoughts.

He wrapped himself in a warm, dark blanket, listening to the sound of the rain, and slowly took a sip of hot coffee. The cup in his hands was the only source of warmth in this endless coolness, but it didn't matter to the Anti-Cosmo. His thoughts wandered far from comfort to more sinister plans. Ideas flashed through my head on how to destroy the sunny and naive World of Fairies, erase their rainbow smiles and extinguish their eternal sun.

It didn't seem like a crazy dream to him. The anti-Cosmo was the leader. Although he couldn't always say it out loud, he was invariably followed by his fellow Anti-fairies. They trusted his intelligence and cold calculation, saw in him a leader who could one day turn their eternal struggle with the world of light into a real victory. He knew that despite all the irony and obedience to the law of chaos, the Anti-fairies always looked at him as a figure worthy of their attention and respect. Even in this rain and silence, he felt their support, felt the strength emanating from their hidden loyalty.

While the rain was pounding on the glass, Anti-Cosmo sat thinking about his plans, and in every drop he saw images of the destruction of the Fairy World. This world of light and happiness could not exist next to the world where he was the leader. And Anti-Cosmo didn't know when he would finally be able to turn his ideas into reality, but he was sure of one thing: he still had time.