Síos ag na himealláin mhóra, áit a mbuailtear an talamh glas leis an Atlantach, shiúil Aoife agus Conor.

Down at the great cliffs, where the green land meets the Atlantic, Aoife and Conor walked.

Bhí an samhradh i lán bhláth agus bhí an ghaoth lán le boladh na farraige agus an talaimh.

Summer was in full bloom and the wind was filled with the smell of the sea and the earth.

Ba mhaith le Conor imeacht, fás, tús nua a fháil.

Conor wanted to leave, grow, and find a new beginning.

Cheap seisean nach raibh de rogha acu ach dul.

He thought they had no choice but to go.

Bhí an chinnteacht sin ag Conor.

Conor had that certainty.

Ach bhí croí Aoife greamaithe go láidir le talamh a sinsir.

But Aoife's heart was strongly attached to her ancestral land.

Bhí siad ag siúl na nAillte faoi sholas an anama.

They were walking the Cliffs under the light of the soul.

Chuardaigh Aoife a hintinn, ag machnamh ar an bhféiniúlacht, ag lorg an bhrí.

Aoife searched her mind, reflecting on identity, seeking meaning.

"An bhfágfá rud ar bith os do chionn?

"Would you leave anything behind?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Aoife.

Aoife asked.

"Is deacair smaoineamh ar sin.

"It's hard to think about that.

Is deis mhór í," adúirt Conor go socair, ach bhí a chroí ag féachaint doíscher ar Aoife.

It's a big opportunity," Conor said calmly, but his heart was looking intently at Aoife.

Ag imeall na n-aillte, chuir aoibhneas an nádúir go mór le nádúr a smaointe.

At the edge of the cliffs, the beauty of nature greatly influenced their thoughts.

"Is féidir liom do chuid imní a thuiscint.

"I can understand your concerns.

Ach ní mór dúinn a bheith cróga," lean Conor ar aghaidh go faitíosach.

But we must be brave," Conor continued cautiously.

Bhí na faoileáin ag dul timpeall os a gcionn, ag rá nósanna an fharraige, ag meabhrú ar shaoirse.

The seagulls were circling above them, echoing the ways of the sea, reminding them of freedom.

d'fhéach Aoife orthu ar feadh tamaill.

Aoife watched them for a while.

"Féach cé chomh saorbhaile atá siad, Conor.

"Look how at home they are in their freedom, Conor.

B'fhéidir gur féidir linn.

Maybe we can.

B'fhéidir gur féidir linn an t-áthas a aimsiú sna heitiltí nua.

Maybe we can find joy in new flights."

"Feiceann Conor na deora go mór i súile Aoife.

Conor saw the tears welling in Aoife's eyes.

"Caithfimid an baile a thabhairt linn.

"We must bring home with us.

Agus b'fhéidir go dtiocfaimid ar ais go minic," mhol sé dóibh agus é ag brú lámh.

And maybe we will come back often," he suggested to them as he clasped a hand.

Bhí an t-am aige cinneadh a dhéanamh.

The time had come to make a decision.

Bhí na dúshláin mór, ach d'fhéadfaí na féidearthachtaí a vacsaíocht le chéile.

The challenges were substantial, but the possibilities could be embraced together.

Ar imeall an domhain, ní raibh an t-ionannas inmharthánach le talamh amháin.

On the edge of the world, identity wasn't viable with just one land.

Mar a d'imigh an t-ocras óna gcreasa gaoise, d'admhaigh Aoife, "Beidh m'fhréamhacha i gcónaí anseo, ach tá spás ann le fás ar fud an domhain.

As the emptiness left their belt of wisdom, Aoife acknowledged, "My roots will always be here, but there is space to grow all over the world."

" Agus le sin, bhí gáire beag ionúin lena n-aghaidh.

And with that, a gentle smile graced their faces.

Chinn siad ar an eolas: bogfaidh siad, ach le gealltanas a choimeád cúram ar a dtaisí.

They reached a decision: they would move, but with a promise to care for their heritage.

An baile ina gcroíthe.

Home in their hearts.

Trí shúile na haille, aimsíonn siad eagna nua.

Through the eyes of the cliff, they find new wisdom.

Tá an nasc níos mó ná áit éinne amháin.

The connection is more than any one place.

Beidh an Polaithrí Chosúil leo.

The Polaithrí will be like them.