An oíche riamh ró-ghrianmhar, bhí Niamh, Seán, agus Aoife ag siúl suas céimeanna an Mhúsaem Eolaíochta i mBaile Átha Cliath.

One ever-so-bright night, Niamh, Seán, and Aoife were walking up the steps of the Science Museum in Dublin.

Bhí lá speisialta rompu, mar bhí séasúr geimhridh ann, agus Imbolc, féile ársa na hÉireann, ag druidim.

A special day lay ahead for them, as it was the winter season, and Imbolc, the ancient Irish festival, was approaching.

Ina gcroí, bhí dúil mhór ag Niamh i réalteolaíocht.

In her heart, Niamh had a great fondness for astronomy.

Bhí sé mar aidhm aici domhan na réaltaí a thaiscéalaíocht, ach bhí sí cúthail faoi fhágáil bhaile.

Her goal was to explore the world of the stars, but she was shy about leaving home.

Bhí Seán ina bhuachaill stuama, agus Aoife i gcónaí cruthaitheach, lena peann luaidhe i gcónaí ina hand chun gach rud a scetcháil.

Seán was a steadfast boy, and Aoife always creative, with her pencil always in her hand to sketch everything.

Tháinig an triúr acu isteach sa phlanatarium.

The three of them entered the planetarium.

Bhí an cruinneachán dubh agus réaltaí ag taitneamh air.

The dome was dark and stars shone upon it.

Bhí atmaisféar ciúin ann, cosúil le hanáil na gréine.

There was a quiet atmosphere, like the breath of the sun.

"Wow," a dúirt Aoife ag tógáil a dearadh ar an bpáipéar.

"Wow," said Aoife as she took her design on paper.

"Tá sé sin draíochtúil!

"That’s magical!"

""Tá sé iontach," a d’fhreagair Niamh, a machnamhach faoi shásra na cruinne ollmhór.

"It’s amazing," replied Niamh, contemplating the mechanism of the vast universe.

Bhí sí lán le smaointe ach cúthaileach.

She was full of thoughts but shy.

De réir a chéile, lean an triúr ciorcal na réaltaí, an spéir geal os a gcionn.

Gradually, the three followed the circle of stars, the bright sky above them.

Bhí Niamh ag iarraidh labhairt.

Niamh wanted to speak.

Ar deireadh thug sí misneach di féin.

At last, she gathered her courage.

"Seán, Aoife," a d’impigh sí, "tá brionglóid agam, mian a chruthaigh mé le fada – staidéar a dhéanamh i réalteolaíocht thar lear.

"Seán, Aoife," she implored, "I have a dream, a wish I’ve had for a long time – to study astronomy abroad."

"Bhí a guth ag croitheadh, ach bhí a croí láidir.

Her voice shook, but her heart was strong.

Stad Seán a breathnú ar na réaltaí agus bhreathnaigh sé go dáiríre uirthi.

Seán stopped gazing at the stars and looked seriously at her.

"Niamh, is é an rud is tábhachtaí ná éisteacht le do chroí.

"Niamh, the most important thing is to listen to your heart."

"Aoife, lena súile smideáilte iontach, a d'admhaigh, "Ní mór dúinn gach brionglóid a leanúint, mar tá gach brionglóid inár nádúr.

Aoife, with her wonderfully made-up eyes, acknowledged, "We must follow every dream, for every dream is in our nature."

"Thíos ceobhrán na réaltaí, d'éirigh misneach Niamh níos gile.

Beneath the starry haze, Niamh's courage grew brighter.

Bhí Seán trasna ó Aoife ag stánadh uirthi, a dhearcadh stuama.

Seán was across from Aoife staring at her, his gaze steady.

"Is féidir leat é a dhéanamh.

"You can do it.

Creid i do bhrionglóid.

Believe in your dream."

"Bhí Niamh lán scaoilte.

Niamh felt fully liberated.

Bhí sí sásta agus bhí an cinneadh déanta aici.

She was happy and had made her decision.

D'oscail sí a súile agus d'fhéach sí suas ar an réalteolas gléigeal os a cionn.

She opened her eyes and looked up at the bright astronomy above her.

Bhí sí réidh.

She was ready.

Bhí a cairde in éineacht léi le stiúr.

Her friends were with her to guide her.

Agus iad ag fágáil an mhúsaeim, bhí Niamh lán bród múinte.

As they left the museum, Niamh was filled with a quiet pride.

Bhí an aimsir ag athrú, agus féile Ímbolc ag teacht, ag tabhairt gealladh nua leis – an síol nuaighní mbliain.

The weather was changing, and the Imbolc festival was coming, bringing with it a new promise – the new seed of the year.

Ar deireadh, bhí sí ar a mbealach féin.

At last, she was on her own path.

Bhí a fhios aici go mbeadh an todhchaí lán de réaltaí, tuigbhealaí agus mistéir ag an spéir.

She knew the future would be full of stars, pathways of understanding, and mysteries of the sky.

Agus labhair Niamh lena gcairde arís, mar a bheifí ag plé le réaltaí, ag ráimh den ghrá agus spiorad na gealaí.

And Niamh spoke to her friends again, as if discussing with stars, proclaiming the love and spirit of the moon.

Bhí sí muiníneach agus réidh chun dul i ngleic leis na laethanta amach romháin.

She was confident and ready to face the days ahead.