I lár chathair Neuston Nua, ardíonn foirgnimh ghloine go hard sa spéir, ag dul san iomaíocht le nathanna geala na gréine agus fuaimeanna na sráideanna thíos.

In the center of Neuston Nua city, glass buildings rise high into the sky, competing with the bright expressions of the sun and the sounds of the streets below.

Anseo, i mbroinn an mhóir aghaidh ghránna, tá Cillian ag mothú míchompordach sa seomra cruinnithe atá clúdaithe le solas órga an Lúnasa.

Here, in the midst of the big ugly face, Cillian feels uncomfortable in the meeting room bathed in the golden light of Lúnasa (August).

Bhí séasúr an tsamhraidh ag druidim chun deiridh, agus iad go léir ag ól caifé i gcomhair céile.

The summer season was coming to an end, and they were all sipping coffee together.

Saoirse, cara seanfhóinteach Cillian, ina suí in aice leis.

Saoirse, Cillian's reliable friend, sat next to him.

Bhí Eamon, comhghleacaí flaithiúil, suite trasna an bhoird, ag briseadh amach gáire bríomhar chun a laghad den teannas a bhriseadh.

Eamon, a generous colleague, was seated across the table, bursting into lively laughter to break the slightest tension.

An mhaidin seo, bhí an chruinniú tábhachtach ar siúl, i ndúshlán an tsamhraidh ag druidim, áit a dtiocfadh Cillian le tabhairt faoi thionscnamh mór dá ghairm bheatha.

This morning, an important meeting was underway, in defiance of the approaching end of summer, where Cillian would embark on a major career initiative.

Bhaineadh an togra seo le dearadh oifig nua atá ag teastáil ar bharr an néalta.

This project concerned the design of a new office needed atop the clouds.

Ach, bhí rud éigin drochamhrasach ar siúl.

But there was something suspicious going on.

Tháinig strus ar Cillian mar an damhna dubhach a thóg uaidh a ghlór.

Cillian felt stressed, as a dark substance took away his voice.

Bhí sé in amhras ag oscailt a bhéal, ach gan toradh.

He was hesitant to open his mouth, but to no avail.

"Cad a dhéanfaidh mé?

"What will I do?"

" a cheap sé, acharaching réiteach.

he thought, searching for a solution.

Ní raibh a chroí ag sá "ná thabharfaidh mo gheataí gníomh.

His heart was not in the place to say, "my gates will not act."

"Bhí ardoráiteacht ag éirí níos práinní.

The urgency of speaking up was growing more pressing.

D’iontaigh sé ar saothar Saoirse agus Eamon.

He relied on the efforts of Saoirse and Eamon.

Chaith siad aghaidheanna cuimsitheacha ar a chéile, ag leanúint a gcomharthaí agus na nótaí scríofa a bhí idir lámha aige.

They exchanged encompassing looks with each other, following his gestures and the written notes he had on hand.

Bhí an t-am faoina sheachaint.

The moment was hard to avoid.

Le linn cuimilt géire na gceisteanna agus an aighnis, bhí Cillian ag taispeáint a dhearaidh ar an scáileán ollmhór, ag brath ar a nodanna.

During the sharp heat of questions and debate, Cillian was displaying his design on the enormous screen, relying on his cues.

Bhí clabhsúr geal ag an bhfoireann.

The team had a bright conclusion.

Níor cheap sé go bhféadfadh leis an seó a sheachadadh go rathúil, ach bhí tacaíocht a chairde riachtanach.

He did not think he could deliver the presentation successfully, but the support of his friends was crucial.

D'ardaigh a mhuinín go mór.

His confidence greatly increased.

Fuair a thogra an moladh agus an tacaíocht a bhí uainn.

His project received the praise and support needed.

D'fhoghlaim Cillian an ceacht mór ó na n-imeachtaí seo.

Cillian learned an important lesson from these events.

Bhí críoch an lae ag druidim, agus bhí sé athraithe.

The end of the day was approaching, and he was changed.

Thuig sé gur chumhachtach an rud é foireann a bheith taobh le taobh, agus nach raibh na catha uilig le troid ina aonar.

He understood that having a team by his side was powerful, and not all battles needed to be fought alone.

Bhí gá le chéileacht, le Saoirse agus Eamon in aice leis, faillí ina dhiaidh sin leis teacht den laoch.

Togetherness was necessary, with Saoirse and Eamon beside him, allowing for a hero's emergence.