I lár an tsamhraidh, an chuid is fuaire den bhliain, d’ardaigh an ghrian ar bhristeach seanthurmaid farraige in aice le cósta na hÉireann.

In the middle of summer, the coldest part of the year, the sun rose over a weathered old sea tower near the coast of Éire.

Tionól lucht na dtonn mhór ar fud an chuain a d'fhág an solas ar lasadh fós ar na casáin amach as an ngnáthdhuine.

The peak wave-watchers gathered around the cove, leaving the light still aglow on paths outside the average person's reach.

Niamh, Ronan, agus Cillian ní raibh siad i gcuideachta na farraige ach amháin; bhí aidhm agus sprioc níos mó acu - pobal nua a chruthú i ndiaidh an tobchnaoi a réab an domhan a chaith siad roimhe seo.

Niamh, Ronan, and Cillian weren't just in the company of the sea; they had a bigger aim and goal - to create a new community after the upheaval that tore apart the world they knew before.

Ba í Niamh an ceannaire gan láithreas an fhoireann.

Niamh was the team's unseen leader.

Bhí súil inti a las amarach ar dhaoine, cé go raibh uafás na n-amanna caite ag á thost fóirmitheach.

She possessed a light in her eyes that shone on people, despite the horrors of the past forming a quiet strength within her.

Ní raibh a buíon mór, ach bhí croí mór ann.

Their group wasn't large, but in it beat a big heart.

Bhí Ronan gleasach, suas á léamh mar úsáideach agus def-minded.

Ronan was agile, always read as useful and purpose-driven.

Bhíodh sé dílis do Niamh, cé nach raibh sé cinnte faoi chlár nua na pobail a chruthú.

He was loyal to Niamh, although he was unsure about the new community-building plan.

Ansin bhí Cillian ann, an nua-thagtha, an coinneal gníomhach d’ainm níochán.

Then there was Cillian, the newcomer, the vivid candle of the group.

Ba é an dreamóir a raibh a d'iarracht ar an domhan a fheabhsú agus athruithe dearfacha a thabhairt.

He was the dreamer trying to improve the world and bring about positive changes.

Chuir Niamh bricfeasta ar fáil as an mbia a fuarthas sa seanaimh bholg aoibhneach.

Niamh prepared breakfast from food found in the old comforting belly of the lighthouse.

Bhí sí féin áit foscaithe a chruthú i gcroílár an tsolais séidte, áit inar féidir dare le chéile go mbeidh siad sábháilte agus nach mbeidh isea ag amárach.

She was set on creating a refuge in the heart of the sweeping light, a place where they dared believe they'd be safe and not worry about tomorrow.

Mhothaigh Ronan imní faoi conas a bheadh go leor ann le pobal a bheathú.

Ronan felt anxious about how they would have enough to feed a community.

Ní fhéadfadh sé a chur ina luí do Niamh go mb’fhéidir go rabhamar ag fulaingt.

He couldn't convince Niamh that they might be in need.

Bhí plean mór ag Cillian.

Cillian had a big plan.

bhí sé ag iarraidh bia a fhás ar an talamh bogach in aice láimhe agus an teach solais a fheabhsú lena n-chumhacht leictreachas féin a sholáthar.

He wanted to grow food on the nearby boggy land and enhance the lighthouse to generate its own electricity.

Bhí sé dibhse grinn - ní raibh féile na réaltaí déanta aige fós mar is cuas rí níor shil go bhféadfaí é a cháineadh.

He was sharply astute - he hadn’t ventured to make himself indispensable, as he didn't think criticism possible.

Lá amháin, chonaic siad spáinn lasrach ag teacht orthu.

One day, they saw a fiery horizon approaching.

Bhí sé iontach, é ag beartú mar athbhreith chuig stoirm dochreidte a bhí ag tarlú timpeall an chósta.

It was astonishing, heralding a rebirth towards an incredible storm brewing around the coast.

Bhí na dtonnta ag canail, bhí an ghaoth ina leithéid de dhéis eibhir.

The waves were channeling, with the wind offering a granite-like opportunity.

D’fhógair Niamh an rannóg spéir na géarchéime; go gcaithfidh gach duine muinín a bheith agat ar a chéile nó gurbh é an deireadh a bheadh ann.

Niamh declared an urgent sky alert; everyone had to trust in each other or it would be the end.

Le chéile, chuir siad i dtreo an tsolais.

Together, they moved toward the light.

Chriothnaigh Ronan cuaille teileafóin ar a thaobh, ach ghlac Niamh agus Cillian muinín dá chéile.

Ronan wobbled by a telephone pole, but Niamh and Cillian took trust in each other.

Mothaigh siad go bhféadfadh fuinneamh iad a íoslódáil anois.

They felt as if they could recharge their energy now.

Bhuail an stoirm ach láithreach bonn, le sampla den misneach agus toil gheal, seas an fhoireann suas ina coinne.

The storm struck suddenly, but with an example of courage and bright determination, the team stood against it.

Nuair a bhuail an oíche, chuir an grian clúdach bán ar an talamh ag cruthú céim go rath a n-oibre.

As night fell, the sun cast a white cover over the ground, creating a step towards the success of their work.

Chaith an stoirm fadbna aghaidh orthu, ach níor stop siad.

The storm challenged them, but they never stopped.

Nuair a dhúisigh an mhaidneachán, bhí gach duine i gcónaí, ní amháin beo, ach beoga le chéile.

When the dawn awoke, everyone was not only alive but flourishing together.

Nach bhfuil Niamh féin ag gáireal, iad ag gáire go mór, le slógadh ag rith ansin.

Even Niamh found herself smiling, with laughter erupting loudly among them.

Ba mhór a n-oidhreacht an lá seo, lana domhain, mhair siad fós.

Their legacy that day was profound, deeply rooted, yet they still survived.

Niamh d’fhoghlaim nach fearrtlach an dá chearn, ach gur féidir faire a dhéanamh don bheart is fearr.

Niamh learned that no trap lay in the corners, but that one could find the best way forward.

Agwwww tá an pobal nua ina n-áit.

The new community was now in place.

Anois, d’fhéadfaidís níos mó ná maireachtáil, d’fhéadfadh siad bláth sna hurláir an tsolais.

Now, they could do more than survive; they could bloom on the floors of the light.