Bhí an tráta buí ag dul faoi agus an fharraige gorm ag scinneadh na gréine agus gaotha láimhe ag an teach solais tréigthe.

The yellow sun was setting and the blue sea was slicing the sun with gentle winds at the abandoned lighthouse.

Cheap Niamh go raibh scéalta pearsanta a clainne mar réalta i lár spéire, réalt a réalta, ag fanacht.

Niamh thought that her family's personal stories were like stars in the middle of the sky, a star of a star, waiting.

Bhí suim aici sa teach solais seo, mar bhí sí ag lorg freagraí faoin solas mistéireach a bhí le feiceáil ann le blianta, ach gan aon chumhacht leictreach le bheith ann.

She was interested in this lighthouse, as she was looking for answers about the mysterious light that had been visible there for years, even though there was no electrical power.

"Níl a fhios agam faoi seo, Niamh," a dúirt Cian, a chara dílis ón sráidbhaile, ag breathnú go chúramach ar an struchtúr ag ancaire ar imeall an aill.

"I don't know about this, Niamh," said Cian, her loyal friend from the village, carefully looking at the structure anchored on the edge of the cliff.

"Tá an áit seo scanrúil. Agus na scéalta faoi thaibhsí…"

"This place is scary. And the stories about ghosts..."

Bhí clós an teach solais ciúin seachas an fuaim bhog na dtonnta briste.

The lighthouse courtyard was quiet except for the soft sound of breaking waves.

Thosaigh Niamh ag siúl i dtreo an dorais, aigne dhíomhaoin i gcomhair ceisteanna.

Niamh started walking towards the door, her mind idle with questions.

Bhí Cian ag roinnt ag dul ina taobh, cé go raibh sé amhrasach fós.

Cian was nervously walking beside her, still skeptical.

Bhí an teach solais breá as a chéile.

The lighthouse was beautifully dilapidated.

Pantála, fuinneoga clúdaithe le clár crua, agus cosáin briste.

Shutters, windows covered with hard boards, and broken pathways.

Ach bhí sé ina luach ina aice leis an fharraige sáite an ghrian samhraidh. CÉ go raibh sé fós ina scail de sheanshíoch a cheap sí.

But it stood in its faded beauty next to the sea soaked with the summer sun, still a shadow of the old peace she thought.

Ag druidim leis an doras láir, d'aimsigh Niamh slis eile, rún a bhí curtha i rún.

Approaching the main door, Niamh discovered another layer, a secret hidden within a secret.

"Seo a suíomh," a dúirt sí, á thógáil go dtí seomra i bhfolach.

"Here's its location," she said, leading him to a hidden room.

Bhí sean-threalamh, cláir rothaiochtaí a d'fhéadfadh a bheith solas na taibhsí.

There was old equipment, rotation boards that could have been the ghost lights.

"Feicimid cad é seo," a dúirt Cian, á cheann struchtaint le fiosracht nach féidir leis a cheilt.

"Let's see what this is," said Cian, his head bending with an uncontainable curiosity.

Bhí an seomra i bhfolach lán de shean-litreoil, agus leiseán a bhí go fóill oibre.

The hidden room was full of old radio equipment, and an amplifier was still working.

Bhris geoilt draíochtúil an eagla a bhí timth timpeall an teach solais.

A magical excitement broke the fear that surrounded the lighthouse.

Thosaigh Niamh ag léamh scéalta a clainne.

Niamh began to read the stories of her family.

Bhí siad soiléir, mar bhí na teachtaireachtaí agus na híomhánna ag cur in iúl stair a seantuismitheoirí.

They were clear, as the messages and images displayed her grandparents' history.

"Tá sé seo iontach, Cian," dúirt Niamh, ag mothú gur fhoghlaim sí rud nua faoina teaghlach.

"This is amazing, Cian," Niamh said, feeling she had learned something new about her family.

Bhí Cian in aonad lena haghaidh ba chóir le fiosracht agus eagla glacadh níos dearfaí.

Cian joined her in realizing that curiosity and fear should be embraced more positively.

Bhí an tragóid imithe, agus ar deireadh, d'imigh an dara míorúilt sin timpeall an teach solais.

The tragedy had faded away, and finally, that second miracle lingered around the lighthouse.

Ceachtanna muintuartha, taisteal réidh a chuir deireadh leis an scéal seo, mar a bhí an solas arís ag lasadh go séimh ar an chósta Éireannach.

Family lessons, a smooth journey that concluded this story, as the light once again gently illuminated the Irish coast.