Ga: Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go bog trí dhuilleoga órga an fhómhair agus scáthanna ag damhsa fán gcrann ársa taobh amuigh den ospidéal.
En: The wind was gently blowing through the golden leaves of autumn, casting shadows that danced around the ancient tree outside the hospital.

Ga: Ní raibh anseo ach an críochnáid don tús.
En: This was just the end of the beginning.

Ga: Bhí Aisling, cailín óg le súile geala lán fiosracht, suite ar leaba ghorm sa bharda shíciatrach.
En: Aisling, a young girl with bright, curious eyes, lay on a blue bed in the psychiatric ward.

Ga: Bhí dorchadas sa seomra, ach bhí a hintinn chomh gnóthach le tuile.
En: The room was dark, yet her mind was as busy as a river in flood.

Ga: Bhí aislingí aisteacha aici le déanaí. Rudaí nach raibh sí ábalta míniú a thabhairt orthu.
En: Recently, she had been experiencing strange dreams, things she couldn't explain.

Ga: Bhí eagla uirthi nach raibh an domhan grinn thart uirthi.
En: She was afraid the sane world around her was crumbling.

Ga: Sa bhlainín bán codlata, bhraith sí go raibh rud éigin ag géilleadh — féinmhuinín b’fhéidir.
En: In her white sleeping gown, she felt something was giving way—perhaps her self-confidence.

Ga: Ach bhí cara ann, Cillian an t-altra.
En: But she had a friend, Cillian the nurse.

Ga: Altra aisteach a bhí ann, le cneas ar nós lómhara na gréine.
En: He was an unusual nurse, with a warmth like the precious rays of the sun.

Ga: Nuair a chonaic sé Aisling ag breathnú amach an fhuinneog, chuaigh sé chuici go calma.
En: When he saw Aisling gazing out the window, he approached her calmly.

Ga: "Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú inniu?" a d'fhiafraigh sé, suíochán glactha aige in aice léi.
En: "How are you today?" he asked, taking a seat next to her.

Ga: "Mise... níl a fhios agam," d'fhreagair Aisling go bocht.
En: "Me... I don't know," Aisling replied weakly.

Ga: "Feicim rudaí nach bhfuil ann. Ach, b’fhéidir go bhfuil áit leo?"
En: "I see things that aren't there. But maybe they belong somewhere?"

Ga: Bhí a fhios ag Cillian gur lá speisialta a bhí ann.
En: Cillian knew it was a special day.

Ga: Oíche Shamhna, nuair a bhí an caol idir an dá shaol ag titim.
En: Halloween, when the veil between the two worlds was thin.

Ga: Mhothaigh sé go dtiocfadh tuiscint as rud éigin eile.
En: He felt that understanding could come from something beyond.

Ga: "Tá scéalta ann," thosaigh Cillian go cúramach.
En: "There are stories," Cillian began carefully.

Ga: "Scéalta faoi dhaoine a bhí ann roimhe, lenár mbraith fós... ag súil lenár dtuiscint."
En: "Stories of those who came before us, still sensing us... hoping for our understanding."

Ga: D’fhan Aisling ina tost, faoi ghlas ag theann ar a urlár glé.
En: Aisling remained silent, captivated by thoughts as deep as a glassy floor.

Ga: Tháinig oíche, agus bhog na réaltaí, chomh mín le solas coinnle sa spéir dubh.
En: Night fell, and the stars moved gently, like candlelight in the dark sky.

Ga: Bhí rud éigin ag tarraingt í amach go dtí an crann —— an tseanchrann scéalta.
En: Something was pulling her out towards the tree — the ancient storytelling tree.

Ga: Léim sí amach ar bhosa an aer agus chuaigh Cillian léi.
En: She leaped into the arms of the air, with Cillian following her.

Ga: Bhí áilleacht ag an oíche.
En: The night was beautiful.

Ga: Bhí an talamh aran le duilleoga, agus tháinig Aisling ar an gcrann.
En: The ground was covered with leaves, and Aisling reached the tree.

Ga: Thosaigh sí ag caint.
En: She began to speak.

Ga: "Chonaic mé íomhá," a labhair sí íseal, "bean le fáinní óir... mo shinsir, sílim."
En: "I saw an image," she said softly, "a woman with golden rings... my ancestor, I think."

Ga: D’inis sí do Chillian.
En: She confided in Cillian.

Ga: Ansin, dúirt Cillian, "B'fhéidir nach bhfuil do fhísí ina bhfuil eagla. Féadfaidh siad a bheith ina bealach."
En: Then Cillian said, "Maybe your visions aren't something to fear. They might be a path."

Ga: Le scéal an tsean-scéalta á n-atheagrú i gclós an ospidéil, fuair Aisling amach an nasc.
En: As the story of the ancient tales was reimagined in the hospital yard, Aisling discovered the connection.

Ga: Ní raibh sí ag cailleadh aithne ar a réaltacht, ach ag fáil a cuid oidhreachta.
En: She wasn't losing touch with reality but gaining her heritage.

Ga: Léirigh sí bród as sin.
En: She showed pride in that.

Ga: B'fhéidir gur cumhachtaí iad na físí — ní mar a cheap sí ar dtús.
En: Perhaps her visions were powerful—not as she had initially thought.

Ga: Ceanglaíonn Cillian í do na dochtúirí, ach le solas nua.
En: Cillian connected her with the doctors, but with new insight.

Ga: Léiríonn sé léirthuiscint ar a próiseas.
En: He illustrated an understanding of her process.

Ga: Agus le gluaiseacht na réaltaí, d'fhág Aisling an barda, a croí lán muiníne agus aiste ar aghaidh.
En: And with the movement of the stars, Aisling left the ward, her heart full of confidence and adventure ahead.

Ga: Naomhshláinte marbhán Shamhna, rinneadh ordú an tinnis ina bhrionglóid.
En: The sacred health of Samhain dispelled the illness into a dream.

Ga: Bhí an gaol acu leis an bhfíorscéal.
En: Their relationship to the real story was evident.

Ga: Bhí sí síneadh amach, faoi bharántúlacht an chaife.
En: She stretched out under the authenticity of the sky.

Ga: Bhí sé éasca fos.
En: It was simple still.

Ga: Bhí an chríoch, ag glacadh múnlú nua, lán de ghrá idir nádúr agus anam.
En: The ending, taking on a new shape, was full of love between nature and soul.

Ga: Soineantacht na hóige agus crannscéal na síoraíochta... ag damhsa le chéile, ar nós fhíodóireachta creatha bríomhar an aoibhneas.
En: The innocence of youth and the fairytale of eternity... dancing together, like the vibrant weaving of joy.