Tuhala nõiakaev on talvel eriline koht.

Tuhala nõiakaev is a special place in winter.

Lumi katab metsa ja kaevu ümbruse nagu valge mantel.

Snow covers the forest and the area around the well like a white cloak.

Kaob iga hääl ja tekib vaikus, mis on täis aegade hõngu.

Every sound disappears, and a silence full of the whispers of ages emerges.

Just siin, iidse kaevu juures, saadavad inimesed muinasjutte pajatama.

Right here, by the ancient well, people come to share fairy tales.

Kadri, kes on arheoloogia tudeng, astub ettevaatlikult lumistel radadel, hoides oma päevikut ja ükssarve kujutist, mis ripub tema kaela ümber.

Kadri, an archaeology student, steps cautiously on the snowy paths, holding her journal and a unicorn pendant that hangs around her neck.

"Aitäh, Tarmo, et sa tulid," ütleb Kadri.

"Thank you, Tarmo, for coming," says Kadri.

Ta vaatab üles vanema mehe poole, kes seisab tema kõrval.

She looks up at the older man standing beside her.

Tarmo on kogenud arheoloog, silmis endiselt skeptilisus.

Tarmo is an experienced archaeologist, still with skepticism in his eyes.

"Ma tean, et sa ei usu neid lugusid, aga äkki on siin midagi tõelist peidus."

"I know you don't believe these stories, but perhaps there's something real hidden here."

Tarmo hoiab kaardi oma kindakätte vahel ja ohkab.

Tarmo holds a map between his gloved hands and sighs.

"Lood on ilusad, Kadri, aga mets ja talv ei anna midagi kergelt kätte.

"The stories are beautiful, Kadri, but the forest and winter don't give anything easily.

Samas, kultuuri peame alati austama."

Still, we must always respect culture."

Kadri naeratab sooja tänutundega.

Kadri smiles with warm gratitude.

Nad uurivad sügavale lumes pugenud kaevu ümbrust, otsides märke minevikust.

They explore the snow-covered area around the well, searching for signs from the past.

Ent külm hakkab näpistama ja Tarmo ohkab uuesti.

But the cold begins to nip, and Tarmo sighs again.

"Me ei leia midagi, mitte täna," ta ütleb, õlgadele lund raputades.

"We won't find anything today," he says, brushing snow off his shoulders.

"Ma jään siia üheks ööks.

"I'll stay here for one night.

Homme on jõululaupäev.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

See päev võib tuua õnne," otsustab Kadri järsku.

That day might bring luck," Kadri suddenly decides.

Tarmo vaatab teda esmalt jahmunult, kuid noogutab siis mõistvalt.

Tarmo looks at her first in surprise, then nods understandingly.

"Olgu.

"Alright.

Aga ole ettevaatlik."

But be careful."

Öö laskub Tuhala nõiakaevu kohale.

Night falls over Tuhala nõiakaev.

Kadri püüab säilitada lootust, kuigi ta varbad on külmast kanged.

Kadri tries to maintain hope, though her toes are stiff from the cold.

Ta kergitab taskulambi valgust ja kõnnib ümber kaevu.

She raises the light from her flashlight and walks around the well.

Korraga libiseb tema jalg millegi tugeva vastu.

Suddenly, her foot slips against something solid.

Ekraanilt kiirgav hämar valgus paljastab maapinnast välja piiluva artefakti.

The dim light from the screen reveals an artifact peeking out from the ground.

Kadri kummardub ja uurib seda lähemalt.

Kadri bends down to inspect it closely.

Tema hing tõmbub ärevusest kiiremaks, kui ta saab aru, et see on vana amulett, kaunistatud samade mustritega, millest räägivad müüdid.

Her breath quickens with excitement as she realizes it's an old amulet, decorated with the same patterns the myths speak of.

Ta pühkib amuleti puhtaks ja hoiab seda käes, tunnetades aegade vilksatusi.

She cleans the amulet and holds it in her hand, sensing glimpses of times gone by.

Hommikul naaseb Tarmo, murelik ilme näol.

In the morning, Tarmo returns, a worried expression on his face.

"Kas leidsid midagi?"

"Did you find anything?"

küsib ta.

he asks.

"Jah, vaata," Kadri ulatab talle amuleti.

"Yes, look," Kadri hands him the amulet.

"Võib-olla on neil lugudel siiski mingisugune tõde."

"Perhaps there is some truth to these stories after all."

Tarmo uurib amuletti, tõsidus silmis.

Tarmo examines the amulet, seriousness in his eyes.

"See on hämmastav.

"This is amazing.

Peaksin tegema täiendavaid uurimusi."

I should conduct further research."

Kadri naeratab.

Kadri smiles.

Ta tunneb, et tema vaist ei petnud teda.

She feels that her intuition did not deceive her.

Sel jõuluhooajal muutub Tarmo veidi.

This Christmas season, Tarmo changes a bit.

Ta hakkab rohkem kuulama ja avastama lugude tõde.

He starts listening more and discovering the truth in stories.

Kadri, olles ise saavutanud väikese võidu, tunneb, et tema südames on valgustatud uus kindlusetunne.

Kadri, having achieved a small victory herself, feels a new certainty lit within her heart.

Müüdid võivad olla silmadele nähtamatud, kuid siiski väga tõelised, sest just need ühendavad meid minevikuga.

Myths may be invisible to the eyes, but they are still very real, for they connect us to the past.