Bhí Oíche Shamhna ag druidim le Temple Bar agus é lán brí.

Oíche Shamhna was approaching Temple Bar and it was full of life.

Bhí lampaí oráiste ag soilsiú an chloch chosáin agus ceoltóirí sráide ag seinm ceol traidisiúnta.

Orange lamps illuminated the cobblestones, and street musicians played traditional music.

Bhí Saoirse, ealaíontóir cliste agus carthach, ag seasamh in aice le healaín teaghlaigh nua le linn Oíche Shamhna.

Saoirse, a clever and charitable artist, was standing next to a new family artwork on Oíche Shamhna.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh ar an gcéad eachtrae eile.

She was pondering the next adventure.

Bhí Eoin, iriseoir fiosrach le paisean do na fírinní ceilte, ag siúl trasna an tsráid agus croí lán dóchais aige do eachtra nua.

Eoin, a curious journalist with a passion for hidden truths, was crossing the street with a heart full of hope for a new adventure.

Chuir post an lá sin in iúl dó paca anaithnid a bhí tagtha isteach.

That day, he was informed of an unknown package that had arrived.

Bhí an faceán buí, clúdaithe le duilleoga autumn, agus gan seoltóir air.

The package was yellow, covered with autumn leaves, and had no sender's name.

Fool bhlombóigín a bhí ann le haghaidh míorúiltí alfha.

A package meant for miracles awaited.

Anois bhí Eoin ar bís, faoi thada eile seachas fios a bheith aige cé a bhí seoltóir an phacáiste.

Now Eoin was excited, keen only to know who the sender of the package was.

"Is obair é seo do Shamhain," ar seisean leis féin, agus thosaigh sé ag caint le Saoirse.

"This is a job for Samhain," he said to himself, and he started talking to Saoirse.

"Inis dom faoi," arsa Saiorse, a raibh fiosracht aici féin, "bhfuil aon teachtaireacht ná istigh? Cuirfimid Niamh ar an eolas."

"Tell me about it," said Saiorse, who was curious herself, "is there any message inside? We'll inform Niamh."

Fuair Eoin an faceán, d'oscail é leis féin, agus gachlucht.

Eoin retrieved the package, opened it by himself, and emptied it.

Isteach leis an faceán bhí bileog páipéir le litreacha mearaí orthu.

Inside was a sheet of paper with jumbled letters.

"Samhain... tír na hEire," a dúirt Niamh, staraí áitiúil, nuair a chonaic sí é.

"Samhain... tír na hÉire," said Niamh, a local historian, when she saw it.

"Rud atá go domhain fréamh sa tseanchaí," arsa an staraí.

"Something deeply rooted in folklore," said the historian.

Thosaigh an triúr acu ag athmhuintearas iontais agus scáthaithe.

The three of them started reuniting with wonders and mysteries.

Thug an teachtaireacht rabhaidh éigin a d’fhágfadh síos mar draíochta é dá ndéanfaí ceart éinniúlacht an ama roimh.

The message gave some warning, which would seem magical if interpreted correctly before the time.

Ní raibh am le spáráil.

There was no time to spare.

Bhí gnáth-éisinn ar gcomlódóireacht eile.

A normal venture on another journey awaited.

Bhí fadhb Eoin criticiúil, ní amháin cé a raibh i mo stad, ach cén chaoi le teacht ar an déirc iomlán céanna.

Eoin's problem was critical, not only who was behind the package, but how to find the complete relief.

Bhí iriseoirí eile i ngar dó agus nach mór leo freastal air.

Other journalists were close to him and almost obliged to attend.

Ach chinn Eoin triail agus muintir a bheith mar thaca ag a chéile tríd a bheith ag roinnt a chur chuige agus barr bhreis uaim a chuir le chéile.

But Eoin decided to try and have community support by sharing his approach and pooling resources.

Rinne na treoracha taifead orthu trí Eoin, Saoirse, agus Niamh go dtí na láithreacha stairiúla éagsúla timpeall nasca.

They recorded their directions through Eoin, Saoirse, and Niamh to various historical sites around connected paths.

Thug cuid acu scéalta faoin bhfianaise fáin.

Some told stories about the errant evidence.

"Dá mbuailfí liom i dTeach Bronsonig," arsa Eoin le Saoirse agus Niamh, féach go géar ar chorr thanaí le míorúil.

"If we meet at Teach Bronsonig," said Eoin to Saoirse and Niamh, looking closely at an unexpected miracle.

Agus seo duffráin, síneadh gan choinne.

And this unexpected curve led them on.

Nuair a shroich Eoin Teach Bronsonig, bhí an áit líonta le daoine ag cabaireacht faoi.

When Eoin reached Teach Bronsonig, the place was filled with people chatting about it.

Ach bhí sé roimh cuileírte.

But he was ahead of the reveal.

Bhí a fhios aige gurb é an deire dàraití.

He knew it was the final stretch.

"Seo é; an rúndiamhair d'ainniúirí an t-am seo!" Dúirt Eoin agus d’fhéach sé ar an ráfla gan choinne imo neamhdhílteor sectionated.

"Here it is; the mystery for this time's seekers!" said Eoin and he looked at the unexpected rumor, unveiled.

Ar deireadh scrúdód Eoin airteagal eisiach bunaithe ar an fhírinne sin.

Finally, Eoin documented an exclusive article based on that truth.

Tháinig sé ó neamh agus molaíodh thoisc glan deaigthe.

It came out of nowhere and was praised for its pure simpicity.

"Ní gá a bheith aonarán," arsa Séamus ach a mbuíoch a bhí nítur ann.

"No need to be alone," said Séamus, appreciating the genuine contribution.

Rinne an iriseoir difríocht trí bheith ag caint ní amháin ceapach ach carrás roinnteach.

The journalist made a difference by sharing not only speculation but collaborative discussion.

Bhí Samhain le Meitheal déanta acu gan ceannas.

They had created something together for Samhain without dominance.

Tá scéal Eoin ag síor-athrú; ní amháin d'eindí faoi amhránaíochtaí ná neamhéagónta.

Eoin's story kept evolving; not only revealing songs or injustices.

Bhí Samhain ann leis, lena ag criosadh de naisc láithreacht chultúrtha.

Samhain was there, bonding with cultural connections.

Rithim an chloig ag coinne na fáscainne.

The clock's rhythm awaited the squeeze.

Féach! bhí Eoin lán dáiríre ina leath leis na taca a bhí aige.

Look! Eoin was truly invested with the support he had.

Ní raibh screacháil samartáin acu mar sin ach tá chomhar agus seanchaícht d'á succ-éirigh le Samhain ann a bhí a aisfhreagra chuileann anois trí meais.

There was no scream of exhaustion from them but rather cooperation and shared wisdom arose with the success-expressions through Samhain at present, responding through every opportunity now via machine.

Tháinig an gréine anuas ar Temple Bar, ag cuirind ar bun a rún na seanteachtaireacht, ag buáil faoi na is áisliú gach duine.

The sun descended on Temple Bar, uncovering the secret of the old message, and touching everyone's aspirations.

Bhí rud éigin speisialta ann, rud a bhí go hálainn meas ag reflect nuálaíocht Shamhain.

There was something special, something beautifully appreciated, reflecting Samhain's renewal.

Is mar sin a chríochnaigh an eipeasóid ghaolmhara ag comhairle Naofa Shamhain na gcomhghairíostaigh;

And so ended the episodic connection at the Naofa Shamhain council of the collaborators;

cé nach raibh sé an fhírinne ar choilín riachtanach, bhí foighneoir tábhachtach fós ann.

although it wasn't the exact truth on every necessary coil, there was still an important waiting presence.

Bheach a rún anois go raibh imleabhar do Shamhain níos mó ná an iarrachtaí neamháitúnacha sin.

Now the secret was that Samhain's volume was more than those non-resident efforts.

A mhaide breac le haghaidh miotas.

A speckled staff for myth.