Bhí séasúr an fhómhair ann, agus bhí Newgrange ina sheasamh go tostach faoi spéir fhionnuar, gheal na hÉireann.

It was the autumn season, and Newgrange stood silently under the cool, bright Irish sky.

Bhí clú agus cáil ar an láthair ársa seo, agus ní raibh aon áit eile cosúil leis.

This ancient site was renowned, and there was no other place like it.

An oíche sin, bhí trí charachtair faoi sholas an domhain thíos amuigh, ag fanacht go foighneach ar imeacht a raibh cáil mhistéireach ag baint leis.

That night, three characters stood under the moonlit sky, waiting patiently for an event shrouded in mystery.

Bhí Niamh, saineolaí seandálaíochta, ina seasamh agus é ag breathnú amach ar an tuama.

Niamh, an archaeology expert, was standing and looking out at the tomb.

Bhí sí paiseanta faoi stair na gCeilteach agus thosaigh na scéalta faoi Newgrange le fada ó shin ag mealladh í.

She was passionate about Celtic history, and the stories of Newgrange had long captivated her.

Bhí sí ag súil go n-éireodh léi rud éigin eisceachtúil a aimsiú a thabharfadh a gairm chun gealárs.

She hoped to discover something exceptional that would boost her career to prominence.

Ina theannta, bhí Eamon ann, treoraí áitiúil le heolas fairsing ar na finscéalta a bhaineann le Newgrange.

Alongside her was Eamon, a local guide with extensive knowledge of the legends related to Newgrange.

Cé go raibh sé seanfhaiseanta ina bhealach smaointeoireachta, níor chuir sé aon léamh sa solas taibhsí a raibh cáil air a thuilleadh ná cleas mealltach nua-aimseartha.

Though old-fashioned in his thinking, he didn't read anything into the ghostly light known for its reputation any more than he did into modern deceptive tricks.

Díreach mar sin, bhí Saoirse, grianghrafadóir ag lorg íomhánna do mhagazín taistil, amuigh le híomhánna a ghabháil agus scéal maith a fháil.

Likewise, Saoirse, a photographer seeking images for a travel magazine, was outside capturing photos and hoping for a good story.

Sí an solas mistéireach a chuir spéis úr ina intinn is mó.

It was the mysterious light that kindled her curiosity the most.

Shocraigh Niamh fanacht thar oíche i Newgrange.

Niamh decided to stay overnight at Newgrange.

D'impigh sí ar Eamon agus Saoirse a bheith aici mar chompánaigh, a ainneoin na cúiseanna difriúla a bhí acu go léir.

She persuaded Eamon and Saoirse to join her as companions, despite their varied reasons for being there.

Agus oíche dhorcha thuirling ar an tuama, thosaigh an solas ag lonradh arís.

As a dark night descended upon the tomb, the light began to shine again.

Bhí sé mar a bhí an grian ollmhór sa spéir.

It was as if there was a massive sun in the sky.

Thosaigh siombailí iontacha le feiceáil ar bhallaí an tuama.

Extraordinary symbols began to appear on the tomb walls.

Bhí sé dochreidte, agus ní thar n-am a rith Niamh thart, a glóir beag á lasadh léi, ag scrúdú an scéil iontach seo.

It was unbelievable, and Niamh quickly ran around, her small torch illuminating the remarkable story she was studying.

Nuair a chríochnaigh an macalla an solas, thosaigh Niamh, Eamon, agus Saoirse ag tochailt taobh istigh den tuama, áit a bhfuair siad iarsma caillte faoi thuama Newgrange.

When the echo of the light concluded, Niamh, Eamon, and Saoirse started excavating inside the tomb, where they discovered a lost artifact beneath Newgrange.

Bhí sé draíochtúil, ach chuir sé níos mó ceisteanna orthu chomh maith.

It was magical, but it also left them with more questions.

Bhí meas ag Niamh anois ar an teaglaim idir miotaseolaíocht agus stair.

Niamh now had a newfound respect for the combination of mythology and history.

Chothromaigh sí an dá rud, agus bhí meas níos mó ag Eamon ar mhistéir an amhrastáin.

She balanced the two, and Eamon gained a greater appreciation for the mystery's enigma.

Thosaigh Saoirse ag dul i dtaithí ar an bhfíor-dhraíocht a bhaineann leis an domhan ársa.

Saoirse began to get accustomed to the real magic associated with the ancient world.

Agus ansin, faoin spéir gheal, d'fhág siad an áit, ag déanamh iontais don todhchaí, cosúil le sinsear ársa an tsráidbhaile.

And then, under the bright sky, they left the place, wondering about the future, much like the ancient ancestors of the village.

Bhí siad níos saibhre de réir eispéiris, gach duine acu.

They were richer in experience, every one of them.

Newgrange, ina sheasamh go fós, le scéal nua taoideachta leis an tomhas ama a bhuí na hathrugh diaidh ar ndiaidh.

Newgrange, still standing, with a new tide of stories thanks to the passage of time and the gradual shifts of change.