Ga: Ar maidin samhraidh, bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go láidir ar Aillte an Mhothair.
En: On a summer morning, the sun was shining brightly on the Cliffs of Moher.

Ga: Bhí na héin ag glaoch, agus sciatháin na gaoithe ag damhsa tríd an aer.
En: The birds were calling, and the wings of the wind were dancing through the air.

Ga: Bhí Maeve agus Cillian ag siúl an cosán, a súile lán le fiosracht agus imní.
En: Maeve and Cillian were walking the path, their eyes filled with curiosity and unease.

Ga: Chuala siad scéalta faoi thaistealaí a d'imigh gan rian, rud a spreag friotal Maeve chun gníomhú.
En: They had heard stories of a traveler who vanished without a trace, which stirred Maeve's words to take action.

Ga: “Níl cuma ar bith air sin, Maeve,” arsa Cillian, a aghaidh lán le hamhras nuair a d’éirigh an falaise níos garbh.
En: “That doesn’t make any sense, Maeve,” said Cillian, his face full of doubt as the cliff grew rougher.

Ga: “Caithfimid an rud a dhéanamh le heagla.”
En: “We must act cautiously out of fear.”

Ga: Ach bhí Maeve chainnteach agus ní raibh aon smaoineamh aici éirí as.
En: But Maeve was talkative and had no intention of giving up.

Ga: “Chonaic mé rud éigin neamhghnách an lá cheana,” ar sí, a guth ar bharr gearáin.
En: “I saw something unusual the other day,” she said, her voice tinged with insistence.

Ga: “Ní mór dom an fhírinne a lorg, Cillian.”
En: “I need to seek the truth, Cillian.”

Ga: Thug siad aghaidh ar an aill, na tonnta ag bualadh an chreig síos fúthu.
En: They faced the cliff, with the waves crashing against the rocks below them.

Ga: Le gach céim, d’éirigh an cosán níos contúirtí.
En: With every step, the path became more dangerous.

Ga: Fuair Maeve nóta beag ag tromlach an chreagáin.
En: Maeve found a small note at the edge of a crevice.

Ga: Bhí an scéal neamhchothromach agus aisteach, ag rá le rún éadrom faoi pholach thar an mheara.
En: The message was mysterious and strange, hinting at a secret hidden beyond the air.

Ga: “Níl deis ar bith againn, an bhfuil muid i gcontúirt mór?” arsa Cillian, ag iompar aire go diamhair.
En: “Is there any chance we're in great danger?” Cillian asked, carrying an air of mystery.

Ga: Ach lean Maeve, a chroí ag rá léi a leanúint.
En: But Maeve continued, her heart urging her to keep going.

Ga: Thaobhaigh Cillian léi, cé nárbh é a dhóchas é.
En: Cillian sided with her, even though it wasn’t his hope.

Ga: Lean siad draíocht na nota, ar aghaidh go dtí go bhfuair siad clochchomhdhéanamh aisteach.
En: They followed the magic of the note, continuing until they came upon a strange rock formation.

Ga: D’fhéach sé cosúil le rud ar bith a chonaic siad roimhe seo.
En: It looked like nothing they had seen before.

Ga: Agus ansin, oscail an pluais roimh a súile.
En: And then, a cave opened before their eyes.

Ga: Isteach sa phluais, bhí fianaise faoi imeacht an taistealaí.
En: Inside the cave, there was evidence of the traveler’s disappearance.

Ga: Bhí an fionnachtain uafásach agus dochreidte.
En: The discovery was horrifying and unbelievable.

Ga: Léiríodh scéal ar snámh idir an dathúil agus contúirteach.
En: It unveiled a story floating between the beautiful and dangerous.

Ga: Ach chosain siad a gcara leo, ag tuiscint go raibh roinnt rúin díreach níos fearr fágaite, mar scéalta.
En: But they kept their discovery to themselves, understanding that some secrets are better left, like stories.

Ga: Nuair a d'fhill siad ar an sráidbhaile, níor roinn siad cad a d’aimsigh siad.
En: When they returned to the village, they did not share what they had found.

Ga: Thuig Maeve anois tábhacht na cúraim agus an chothromaíochta.
En: Maeve now understood the importance of caution and balance.

Ga: Choinnigh Cillian meas nua ar intuition Maeve.
En: Cillian had a newfound respect for Maeve's intuition.

Ga: Agus bhris taoide na n-aillte, ag roinnt scéal teochta eile leis na héin.
En: And the tide of the cliffs broke, sharing another warm tale with the birds.

Ga: Ar na hoícheanta ciúine, d’fhéach siad ar a chéile, ag fios go raibh rudaí níos mó ná mar a bhfaightear isteach go minic.
En: On quiet nights, they would look at each other, knowing that there was more than often meets the eye.