Tá sneachta ag titim go mall ar na hAillte Mhothair, radharc atá ag tógáil anála.

Snow is falling slowly on the hAillte Mhothair, a breathtaking sight.

Tá na tonnta ag bualadh in aghaidh na gcarraigeacha le torann láidir.

The waves crash against the rocks with a strong noise.

Aoife agus Cian ag siúl ar bhóithrín lán le scéalta ceilte na sinsear.

Aoife and Cian are walking on a path full of the hidden stories of the ancestors.

Tá gaoth ag séideadh fuar, ach ní stopann sé sin an bheirt uathu.

The wind is blowing cold, but it doesn't stop them.

Oíche Shathairn Bliain Nua atá ann.

It's New Year's Eve, Saturday night.

Aoife, cónaí uirthi in aice leis na hailleanna, tá gean aici ar an dúlra.

Aoife, who lives near the cliffs, has a fondness for nature.

Inniu, tá sí ag éisteacht le ceol mistéireach atá ag teacht ó na tonnta.

Today, she is listening to mysterious music coming from the waves.

Creideann sí go bhfuil teachtaireacht dhoimhne anseo.

She believes there is a profound message here.

Deirtear sa scéalta áitiúil go dtugann an fonn seo créatúir anaithnid chuig an domhan seo.

The local stories say that this melody brings unknown creatures to this world.

Tá Aoife fiosrach agus misniúil.

Aoife is curious and brave.

Tá sí ag iarraidh aimsiú cad atá taobh thiar den cheol draíochtach.

She wants to find out what is behind the magical music.

Tá Cian, ar a thaobh, eile.

Cian, on the other hand, is different.

Níl sé ach ar cuairt agus níl mórán creidiúint aige i scéalta fantaisíochta.

He is only visiting and doesn't have much belief in fantasy stories.

Is fear loighic é.

He is a man of logic.

Dar leis, tá fáth réalaíoch leis an bhfuaim.

According to him, there is a realistic reason for the sound.

Mar sin féin, tá sé fiosrach.

Nonetheless, he is curious.

Ní féidir leis dul ar ais gan freagra.

He can't return without an answer.

Tosaíonn siad ag siúl i dtreo na gcéimeanna.

They start walking towards the steps.

Tá an suíochán orthu níos mó agus níos soiléire.

The sound is becoming more and more clear.

"An bhfuil tú cinnte faoi seo?

"Are you sure about this?"

" a deir Cian, an imní le feiceáil go soiléir ar a aghaidh.

says Cian, with worry clearly visible on his face.

Ach ní stopann Aoife.

But Aoife doesn't stop.

Tá sí dírithe, ábalta an ceol a leanúint le gach gluaiseacht a dhéantar ag na hailleanna.

She is focused, able to follow the music with every movement made by the cliffs.

De réir mar a thagann siad níos gaire, éiríonn an ceol níos airde agus spréagann sé braonfidh iontais ina gcroíthe.

As they get closer, the music becomes louder and inspires a drop of wonder in their hearts.

A bhfís acu ag réabadh de réir a chéile in éineacht le ceol.

Their vision gradually unfolds along with the music.

An bpláid an nádúr nó ceol ó dhomhantarraingt anaithnid é?

Is it a trick of nature or music from an unknown gravity?

Cian ag siúl in aice léi go crua i bhfluich an sneachta, a chroí ag bualadh go tapa.

Cian walks beside her, struggling in the wet snow, his heart beating quickly.

Tá siad ar bhruach áille leáite le solas, an ceol ag dul i bhfeidhm ar na cúig fheithicilí céadfacha.

They are on the verge of beauty, melted with light, the music affecting the five sensory vehicles.

Scéithas ola ón bhfharraige ar fud na spéire, ag agam i bpoill uaine.

Oil splatters from the sea across the sky, capturing rainbow hues.

Ardaíonn solas éadrom taitneamhach.

A gentle bright light rises.

Ionadh ar Aoife, dán i gceart, agus Cian bainte amach ón ngnáthshochaí, a chreidiúint ag briseadh.

Astonished, Aoife finds poetry, and Cian, detached from the usual society, his beliefs shattering.

Anois, ag an nóiméad dorcha seo, léim an solas den imill agus léiríodh an neart a bhí ann chun na cuirteanna a réabadh.

Now, at this dark moment, the light leaps from the edges and reveals the strength to shatter the boundaries.

Socraíonn Aoife agus Cian fanacht siar ó bhord na déantúis, ag fánacht go humhal agus iad beirt ag fáil meas ar thuiscintí a chéile.

Aoife and Cian decide to stay back from the edge of the artifacts, waiting humbly and both gaining an appreciation for each other's understandings.

D'éirigh Cian beagáinín níos oscailte i gcoinne an anaithnide, cé go chuir Aoife a bhuíochas ar scéipiúlacht.

Cian becomes slightly more open to the unknown, while Aoife places her gratitude on the mysterious.

Tháinig siad ar ais dá gcarnáin le smaointe iontach athbhreithnithe ar an saol i gcoitinne.

They return to their piles with wonderfully revised thoughts on life in general.

Éiríonn coinnleín an Oíche Nollaig nua i ngnaoibh na hailleanna, a spiorad idir dhá leith á nascadh.

A Christmas Eve candle flickers at the edge of the cliffs, connecting the spirit between two realms.

Tá na ceol a chloiseann siad anois ina dhiaidh sin saol nua fada cócairthe.

The music they hear now, afterwards, has brewed a long new life.