Rhew oergell oedd yn cael ei dorri gan gerdded acrs y coed yng Nghoedwig Ynys Môn.

The refrigerator ice was breaking as footsteps echoed across the woods in Coedwig Ynys Môn.

Roedd y dail yn llachar ar blanced felyn, oren a choch.

The leaves were bright on a blanket of yellow, orange, and red.

Roedd Aeron yn edrych trwy ei gamera, arlliwiau'r hydref yn adlewyrchu ei lygad.

Aeron was looking through his camera, the hues of autumn reflecting in his eyes.

Ond roedd anadl ar ei wyneb, fel cysgod dirgel nad oedd am fynd i ffwrdd.

But there was a breath on his face, like a mysterious shadow that refused to go away.

"Llefara'n dyner,", meddai Carys. Roedd ei llais mor dawel â'r dŵr yn llifo yn y nant gyfagos.

"Speak softly," Carys said, her voice as gentle as the water flowing in the nearby stream.

"Dim ond llun ydi o, yn y diwedd."

"It’s just a picture in the end."

Ond roedd Aeron yn crwydro heibio iddi, ei gam digyfnewid ond ei wyneb yn dynn.

But Aeron wandered past her, his steps steady but his expression tense.

Nid oedd bob amser yn hoffi dangos pa mor fregus oedd.

He didn’t always like to show how fragile he was.

Dechrau fasau oedd y llun perffaith.

The picture-perfect would be a beginning.

Roedd Gruffudd, y canllaw lleol, yn cerdded ar y blaen.

Gruffudd, the local guide, was walking ahead.

Roedd ei wyneb yn braf a gweithgar wrth iddo symud yn benderfynol, gwybod o hyd ble'r oedd dod i dir diogel.

His face cheerful and active as he moved determinedly, always knowing where safe ground was.

"Peidiwch ag ofni cymryd eich hamser," meddai, ei llais yn adlais drwy'r coed.

"Don’t be afraid to take your time," he said, his voice echoing through the woods.

Roedd cysylltiad hanner cudd gyda'r tir cysgodol isod.

There was a half-hidden connection with the shadowy ground below.

Gollyngodd Aeron lu'n dryfrith uwch ei wyneb.

Aeron let out a tangled sigh above his face.

Sŵn ei fod yno, ychydig yn ymchwilio ar y prysg.

The sound of his presence, investigating a bit in the undergrowth.

Ond yn sydyn roedd y byd yn troi'n afon draen.

But suddenly the world turned into a thorny river.

Roedd yn teimlo hongian yn pluwyn ei ysgwyddau.

He felt the heaviness pulling on his shoulders like feathers.

Byddai Carys wedi bod wrth ei ochr yn sydyn.

Carys was suddenly by his side.

"Aeron!" galwodd hi'n ddwys, rhywbeth yn ysgydwu o dan ei ddeallt.

"Aeron!" she called out urgently, something shaking beneath her understanding.

Trodd Gruffudd yn gyflym ac roedd ei law yn un sgil gwybodaeth - cyflym ond tawel.

Gruffudd turned swiftly, his hand a skillful sign of knowledge - quick but calm.

"Eistedda'n dawel. Bydd hi'n iawn," roedd yn byw aros rhwng eu geiriau.

"Sit quietly. It will be alright," he assured, lingering between their words.

Roedd Aeron yn gwybod na ddylai stopio, end roedd ei gorff yn gwrthod cydweithio.

Aeron knew he shouldn’t stop, yet his body refused to cooperate.

Roedd ei ffrond grisialu ers hon ruin gwynt, a diflaniodd ef fin sengl.

His courage crystallized since the first blast of wind, which vanished him to a single edge.

Wrth iddo drowi. Gwahodd Egomalydd wedi chymwynas ddiddiwedd yn deimlotaidd.

As he turned, reassurance was a warm embrace, comprehending the tender adornment on his agreeable face.

Dealt oedd hi'n dyner, adduru ei wyneb gytunedig i bleser oedd. Roedd pob tisffod yn iawn.

Every worry was right.

Yn y diwedd, brefodd aer glân i'w ysgyfaint.

In the end, fresh air poured into his lungs.

Ger, bookoch, roedd pesynch ar ei rôl. Smyth un gyda'i rwa.

Nearby, a breeze played its role, nudging one with a tune.

Diolchodd Aeron. Roedd croeso i'w anadl y tro hwn.

Aeron thanked him. His breath welcomed him this time.

Bu'n aros llonydd am ysbeidiau hir un.

He remained still for long intervals of time.

"Dwi'n diwethaf o flaen y dychymyg," meddai, ci gymdethas yn gymylau gwasgai.

"I’m the last in front of the imagination," he said, his company dispersing like clouds.

Hyd eithafor dulliau.

To the utmost of attempts.

Aiff Gruffudd yn brosiect am ddringo llai heriol, ffordd wahanol, harddach.

Gruffudd proposed a less challenging climb, a different, more beautiful path.

Roedd Carys a Aeron yn cytuno â chylch y seren, gan dynnu eu fy o bell er mwyn canwr Gymru.

Carys and Aeron agreed with an unspoken understanding, pulling themselves from afar for the sake of a Welsh song.

Roedd yr iaith gwreng yn treiddio i'r gwynt, llachar uwchlaw.

The vernacular language pierced the air, bright overhead.

Roedd ymrafael, hawyr gorffen taflu'u ymw bodoli foi lys.

There was wrestling, a wind finished tossing their existence to the horizon.

Felly eisteddon nhw, gan ei gwrando.

So, they sat and listened.

Roedd Gruffudd yn olrhain themâu y cysgod y granddro, straeon a chwedlau bob amser ar wlanU Gwynedd.

Gruffudd traced themes in the shadow of the circle, stories and legends always at home in Gwynedd.

Ac er bod gwaith yn aros yn y dyfodol, gwybodd Aeron y gallai feddwl yn ymddiried, gydag ochr siaradus a mewn sioe ddellusrwydd ochr arall.

And although work awaited in the future, Aeron knew he could think trustfully, with a conversational side and in a showcase of authenticity on the other.

Roedd y nant gyferbyn yn ein nerth hefyd.

The stream opposite was mighty too.

Roedd y diwedd yn ystod bach yn chwerthin ei auwr, dihangod i gwmson.

The ending was a playful laugh in its corner, escaping to gleanings.

Roedd awyrgylch gwyrdd gallem ddangos cyfanwrffwyd eithaf y byddai â blear ohonynt.

A green atmosphere could illustrate the utmost charm they would faintly invite.

A woonbod i ddial'r dinasohau hyd.

And aware of speaking the unspoken depths.

Roedd dechrau newydd yn troi'n freuddwydion.

A new beginning turned into dreams.