Please consider each part of the story, as a separate mini-story.
The reason is that each location is isolated from the others. The World Ship is one location, the Craft World is another and what's happening outside is something else.
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The world around her seemed to pulse as the winds of reality blended with the energies of the immaterium.
She could feel the craft world breathe as it tried to purge the things that the monkeys had forced into it, the fools had destroyed entire sections of the craft world and ruined others.
Craftworlds are alive, just like the beings that live in them, and what the monkeys had done to it, was no different from cutting someone's hand off, and using a bunch of screws to put the limb back in its place.
The craftworld was in pain, and she hated knowing that it was happy to feel that pain.
The monkeys had corrupted the craftworld and their corruption was spreading, the infinity circuits that spread like veins throughout the craftworld's body were somehow active despite not having any soul stones in them.
She didn't know how the monkeys managed to do it but they had revived the craftworld by using some sort of device or perhaps it was some long-forgotten ritual that her kind had overlooked.
All eldar, regardless of who they are have a connection to the warp and it was that same connection that allowed her to see the world around her beyond what mere mortals can.
Every step she took was a step that she took in the past, the present, and the distant future.
It didn't matter if she hadn't been born yet, it didn't matter if she hadn't been born at all, or if she was long dead, she was still able to step through the winds of time.
And she was afraid.
Every step that she had taken until now felt like her own, but there was something else present now, she could feel it looking at her, she could sense it staring into her very being and what was worse she could see herself becoming that thing shortly.
"Can you tell me about what life was like before the fall?" she asked her companions but before she could even consider why she had asked that question the ranger next to her spoke.
"Oh seeing those crystals made you feel homesick?" he says to her with a teasing tone.
"I don't know a lot just the stories that the others told me, and before you ask I don't care about the past leave it back there that's what I say."
"From what the elders said, there was a time when we would go into the warp and have our fun with the demons that live in it."
She was about to ask about what he meant but the ranger doesn't allow her to say anything and continues with his story.
"Just look at the dark city and you can see that those stories weren't just stories."
"Anyway, this ship used to be to one of the less insane pleasure cults, the people that lived here. Your people did a lot of cruel things to other eldars, but nothing that no one wanted them to do."
She wanted to protest, to say that her people believed that the search for pleasure wasn't insane or excessive, but the ranger forced her to keep listening. She couldn't protest or tell him to shut up because she had asked him to tell her about the past.
"The elders told me that in the past, people would come here to be with those that weren't as high class as they were, or even sleep with other races, you know like the monkeys."
there was a long pause and soon the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their footsteps.
Again another wave of the inmaterium energies passed through the craftworld like a wave and the many empty cages that they walked past, were suddenly full of races that had no place within the craftworld.
She stopped walking not because she had seen the lower beings mating like the animals that they are but because.
"No." she gaped with a mixture of fear and disgust.
The cages around her were filled with her people and they were mating with, with... the low" She didn't have the stomach to finish that thought as the wave of power passed and the cages were once again empty.
"See something you like?" the ranger asks her.
'How can you be so calm?" she asked him, with disgust.
"because I'm going to ask the one thing that you and everyone else should ask before we continue with this mission." he says to her and she can already feel herself filling with anger.
"We can all feel it, there's something wrong here because nothing is making sense."
"So here is the question, knowing the past of this craftworld and knowing that it shouldn't exist anymore. Why do we want it back?"
"Think about it, there's something very wrong here, we should leave and let the humans deal with the consequences."
"Do we want something that has been touched by the warp? why not just leave? why not just continue doing what we did before this place called to us?" he asks her.
"I don't know, but I do know that f the monkeys finish doing whatever they are doing something terrible will happen." she answers the ranger.
She briefly stops walking when she sees the strange liquid drip in front of her, but she notices that there isn't anything in front of her she just walks through it and ignores the lies of whatever is attached to her.