I lár an Fhómhair, bhí oifig chorparáideach ag ullmhú le haghaidh an chóisir Oíche Shamhna.

In the middle of autumn, a corporate office was preparing for the Oíche Shamhna party.

Bhí na fuinneoga maisithe le duilleoga tite agus bhí damhna falsa le feiceáil ar na deasca.

The windows were decorated with fallen leaves, and fake cobwebs could be seen on the desks.

Thit na sruthanna oráiste agus dubha ón tsíleáil, ag cruthú atmaisféar fíor-shamhain.

Orange and black streamers hung from the ceiling, creating a truly samhain atmosphere.

Bhí Seán, an rúnaí cúnta ionraic, chomh míshuaimhneach faoin gcóisir.

Seán, the honest assistant secretary, was quite uneasy about the party.

Ní dheachaigh Siobhán go minic chuig imeachtaí sóisialta.

Siobhán did not often attend social events.

I gcónaí, mothaíodh aici gur chuir a bheith ar an imeall olc uirthi.

She always felt that being on the outskirts made her uncomfortable.

Ach taobh istigh, bhí cruthaitheacht ag bruachadh amach.

But inside, creativity was bubbling out.

Ghlac sí sos ón bhfreagracht laethúil san oifig chun smaoineamh mór a concoiste le haghaidh Oíche Shamhna.

She took a break from her daily office responsibilities to concoct a big idea for Oíche Shamhna.

Bhí sprioc aici: rud éigin speisialta a dhéanamh a mbeadh cuimhne air.

She had a goal: to create something special that would be remembered.

Bhí Siobhán ag smaoineamh ar ealaín shamhailt a chruthú.

Siobhán was thinking of creating imitation art.

Bhí am ag rith amach, agus níor chuala sí aon iarratas ar a smaointe go fóill.

Time was running out, and she hadn't heard any requests for her ideas yet.

Mar sin, chinn sí a saothar a dhéanamh agus é a fhágáil gan ainm.

So, she decided to make her work and leave it anonymous.

Agus an cóisir ag druidim níos gaire, d'oibrigh sí go dian ar a tionscadal.

As the party drew nearer, she worked hard on her project.

D'oibrigh oícheanta déanacha san oifig, ag péinteáil íomhánna draíochtúla, lán le dathanna geala agus siombailí samhain.

She spent late nights in the office, painting magical images, full of bright colors and samhain symbols.

Nuair a bhí an tionscadal críochnaithe aici, thaiseal Siobhan an ealaín go cúramach leis an oifig.

When her project was finished, Siobhán carefully carried the art to the office.

Nóiméad féile ar Oíche Shamhna, thaispeánadh an saothar ealaíne ag an gcóisir.

On Oíche Shamhna itself, the art was displayed at the party.

D’fhéach na daoine ar an ealaín le hiontas, agus d’ardaigh scairsiúlacht agus spéis.

People looked at the art with wonder, and curiosity and interest surged.

Bhí Ciara, ceannaire a rannóige, ionadh agus meas ar an ealaín álainn.

Ciara, the head of her department, was amazed and impressed by the beautiful art.

"An bhfuil a fhios ag aon duine cé a rinne seo?

"Does anyone know who made this?"

" d'fhiafraigh sé, braon díphléidheachta ar a aigne.

he asked, his mind a bit bewildered.

Thóg Siobhán céim eile chun tosaigh, a croí buailte.

Siobhán stepped forward, her heart pounding.

"Is mise," a dúirt sí, leis an guth iontach beagán achochantaithe.

"It's me," she said, her voice wonderfully slightly echoing.

Chuir moladh na gcomhghleacaithe a croí ag léim le gliondar.

The praise from her colleagues made her heart leap with joy.

Thóg Connor, a bainisteoir, faoi deara an tallann sa chruinnithe.

Connor, her manager, took note of the talent at the meeting.

"Ba mhaith liom go mbainfí úsáid as do scileanna cruthaithacha i dtionscadal nua,” a dúirt sé, ag miongháire, dóchasach.

"I would like your creative skills to be used in a new project,” he said, smiling, hopeful.

Bhí Siobhán iontach sásta.

Siobhán was incredibly happy.

Ar deireadh, mhothaigh sí go raibh sí mar chuid den phobal oifige.

Finally, she felt like part of the office community.

Tháinig athrú ina saol, d'oscail súile daoine go dtí a cumas nua, agus níor bhraith sí mar lasair insamhlaithe a thuilleadh.

There was a change in her life; people's eyes were opened to her newfound abilities, and she no longer felt like an imitation flame.