Wrth i'r dydd yn lleddfu a'r nos yn agosáu, roedd awyrgylch awyrgylch arbennig yn Llyn Tegid.

As the day softened and the night approached, there was a special atmosphere at Llyn Tegid.

Taflu lliwiau’r hydref ar y dŵr tawel, roedd golau’r lampau yn pefrio o amgylch y llyn.

Casting the autumn colors on the calm water, the light from the lamps sparkled around the lake.

Roedd Carwyn yn sefyll wrth lan y dŵr, ei galon yn curo gyda chyffro a nerfusrwydd.

Carwyn stood by the water's edge, his heart beating with excitement and nervousness.

Roedd y diwrnod yn arbennig – Gŵyl Cynhaeaf oedd hi, yn llawn canu, dawnsio, a chwerthin.

It was a special day – it was the Harvest Festival, full of singing, dancing, and laughter.

Fodd bynnag, nid y gweithgareddau hyn sydd dal y cariad yng nghalon Carwyn.

However, it was not these activities that captured the love in Carwyn's heart.

Roedd Eira, ferch fywiog gydag artist fewnol, yn hedfan rhwng y stondinau, ei llygaid yn chwilio am lliw a golau i ysbrydoli ei chelf.

Eira, a lively girl with an inner artist, flitted between the stalls, her eyes searching for color and light to inspire her art.

Wrth iddi weld Carwyn yn sefyll ar wahân, teimlai casáu eu bod yn gweld pobl yn unig mewn lle cymaint â hyn.

When she saw Carwyn standing apart, she loathed seeing people alone in such a large place.

Felly, fe benderfynodd iddo fynd at Carwyn.

So, she decided to go over to Carwyn.

“Eira ydw i,” meddai, gan gyflwyno ei hun gyda gwên eang.

“Eira I am,” she said, introducing herself with a wide smile.

Roedd Carwyn yn golchi â swildod, ond gwelodd yn Eira rywbeth fel darganfyddiad.

Carwyn flushed with shyness, but he saw something of discovery in Eira.

Roedd ei hyder yn llawn cyferbyniad â’i hunan swil.

Her confidence was in sharp contrast to his shy self.

“Helo, Carwyn ydw i,” atebodd.

“Hello, Carwyn I am,” he replied.

Fel y nos yn raddol godi, rhannodd Carwyn stori o’r gorffennol am Lyn Tegid.

As the night slowly rose, Carwyn shared a story from the past about Llyn Tegid.

Soniodd am y hen chwedl sy'n dweud bod pleseryddion dŵr dirgel yn gwarchod y llyn.

He mentioned the old legend that mysterious water sprites protect the lake.

Wrth ei ddiweddu, roedd llygad Eira yn pefrio gyda syniad newydd.

By the end, Eira's eyes sparkled with a new idea.

A'i lygaid yn disgleirio, Eira dywedodd, “Mae angen i mi dynnu llun hyn.

With her eyes shining, Eira said, “I need to draw this.

Rhaid dal yr ysblander a’r hud a dywedodd di’m stori, Carwyn.”

I must capture the splendor and magic of your story, Carwyn.”

Wedi hynny, dechreuodd hau i lawr y llwybr, ond nid heb adael Carwyn gydag undon a gorau gwên.

After that, she started to sprint down the path, but not without leaving Carwyn with a constant and best smile.

Wrth iddyn nhw ymuno yn y defod goleuo lampau, roedd cyfle i Carwyn siarad, a'i fomio gyda’i holl nerfusrwydd.

As they joined in the ritual of lighting the lamps, there was an opportunity for Carwyn to speak, and he bombed with all his nervousness.

“Eira,” dechreuodd, “Dw i ddim ond eisiau dweud... diolch i ti am fynd y cam cyntaf.

“Eira,” he began, “I just want to say... thank you for taking the first step.

Dw i'n falch o'r cyfle i fod yn ffrindiau ac efallai mwy…”

I'm glad for the chance to be friends and maybe more…”

Cafodd ei gondro a’i siom.

He was both surprised and disappointed.

Ond yn hytrach na siarad, roedd Eira’n codi ei chynfas, ei phensil yn symud yn gyflym ar draws papur.

But rather than speaking, Eira raised her canvas, her pencil moving quickly across paper.

Roedd hi’n dal y foment: hwyl angenfilod lampau, tôn aur yr hydref, a Carwyn yn ei ymddiriedaeth a’i onestrwydd.

She captured the moment: the joy of the lamp sprites, the golden tone of autumn, and Carwyn in his trust and honesty.

Wrth iddynt gerdded i lawr y lôn nos, roedd Carwyn mwy gwydn nag erioed dotio sut y gallai fynd y cam cyntaf.

As they walked down the night lane, Carwyn, more resilient than ever, pondered how he could take the first step.

Roedd yn gwybod y byddai’r cyfeillgarwch newydd hwn wedi cael ei ysmsod eisoes, ac y byddai mwy i ddod drwyddo.

He knew that this new friendship had already been established, and that more would come through it.

Fel diwedd y noson, roedd Llyn Tegid, gyda’i ddail melyn, fel pe bai’n adlewyrchu, nid yn unig digwyddiadau’r dydd, ond y newid ynddo Carwyn ei hun: o swildod i gryfder.

At the end of the night, Llyn Tegid, with its yellow leaves, seemed to reflect not only the events of the day but the change within Carwyn himself: from shyness to strength.

Roedd yn gwybod, er nad oedd e yn gwybod o’r blaen, fod gwneud agored a fyddai’n iachus a llawer mwy ystyrlon na cai di feddwl.

He knew, though he hadn't known before, that openness would be healthier and much more meaningful than he had thought.

Ar y noson honno, yn eiliadau cyffrous y gŵyl, dechreuodd eu cwlwm ffurfio, ac o'r pwynt hwnnw ymlaen, roeddent wedi gwybod – roeddent wedi dechrau ar daith o ffrindiau adnabyddus, a beth mae yn datblygu.

On that night, in the festival's thrilling moments, their bond began to form, and from that point on, they knew – they had embarked on a journey of newfound friendship, and what it was to become.