He leans in, eyes glinting with godly intrigue.
“Let's kick off with a little test of your prophetic prowess for the here and now. Get that right, and we might just dip our toes into the future.”
Zeus shifts gears, revealing the next cosmic conundrum.
“Your offspring, my little "mini-me's," are gallivanting somewhere in the space-time tangle. We've got the lowdown on where they kicked off (birth) and where they'll bow out (untimely deaths), but what we're after are your "current kids." You know, the ones who've aged the same amount of time you've been chilling here in the underworld. If you can track their cosmic jaunt from start to finish, you might snag a clue about their ‘now.’”
He grins mischievously, the air crackling with anticipation.
"Space? That's moving within a level. Time? Well, that's all about shimmying between levels. Just saunter through the gates on the edge, and you'll be jumping between cosmic dance floors. Best of luck, my cosmic detective."
And with that, Zeus vanishes into the unknown.