In the year AD 2342, a final battle is being waged . . .

. . . between Chaos and Order; the battle that formerly had no end (much like Prince had no name for awhile) is coming to a conclusion.

(Should I say is, will be, was... bah, time isn't linear anyway. Although it might be tangible and affected by gravity!)

The gods, they stand/stood/will stand majestically, and they postured themselves mightily. The force of their blows, though nary a movement is made, can be felt through the strands of time.

Enter now, this strand of time.

Two of a species known as "human" have felt these blows, and have been driven to something more for knowing them.

The outcome can only be seen . . . "through the looking glass".