Eldar Craftworlds (3rd Edition)

He opened his mind to the spirits flowing through the Infinity Circuit around him, sensing their thoughts. With practised ease, he blanked out the individual flickers of sentience and listened with his mind's ear to the background music of the Eldar essence. His mind passed out further along the strands of the Infinity Circuit, passing across the barriers between the stars to hear the thoughts of other Infinity Circuits on distant craftworlds, linked by the immense Eternal Matrix.
He pulled away even further, to listen to the whole of the Eldar race from afar. It was faint but Eldrad fancied that he could make out a rhythm within the seemingly anarchic cachophony of a billion dead spirits; a dim pulsing, like a distant and terrible heartbeat. Without the babble of each and every spirit interfering, Eldrad could feel the greater unconsciousness that lay behind; like the mind of some vast entity that was still very much dormant. For countless generations that pulse had grown stronger and for untold generations to come it would continue to quicken and grow.
Eldrad knew he would not be truly alive when that time came, nor would his successors for a hundred lifetimes. In a moment of doubt, he wondered if it would ever come or weather they were all fools to believe there could be any escape from She Who Thirsts. Perhaps they would all die first, their distant dream unfulfilled. Perhaps he would not be strong enough. Thrusting aside these negative thoughts, Eldrad forced himself to believe that the ancient prophecies would come true. Once more he listened to that ponderous pulsing and he smiled again.