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Christy's Electric Wheelchair Fundraiser,

Hi Guy's.I created this Artwork as a way to raise funds for an outdoor Electric Wheelchair for myself.I've been trying to raise funds for 14yrs without success,My story is on the Buy me a coffee Website below.All I ask is if you could Like and Share and to please read my story.

All my ARTWORK is genuinely FREE on BUY ME A COFFEE.You only donate to my Wheelchair if YOU choose to Donate.Artwork is FREE to download immediately.You can download as many images as you wish.No limits.1000's of images on different topics.With more images uploaded every week and new topics added to choose from.

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Christy's Electric Wheelchair Fundraiser,

Hi Guy's.I created this Artwork as a way to raise funds for an outdoor Electric Wheelchair for myself.I've been trying to raise funds for 14yrs without success,My story is on the Buy me a coffee Website below.All I ask is if you could Like and Share and to please read my story.

All my ARTWORK is genuinely FREE on BUY ME A COFFEE.You only donate to my Wheelchair if YOU choose to Donate.Artwork is FREE to download immediately.You can download as many images as you wish.No limits.1000's of images on different topics.With more images uploaded every week and new topics added to choose from.

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Christy's Electric Wheelchair Fundraiser,FREE ARTWORK.

Hi Guy's.I created this Artwork as a way to raise funds for an outdoor Electric Wheelchair for myself.I've been trying to raise funds for 14yrs without success,My story is on the Buy me a coffee Website below.All I ask is if you could Like and Share and to please read my story.

All my ARTWORK is genuinely FREE on BUY ME A COFFEE.You only donate to my Wheelchair if YOU choose to Donate.Artwork is FREE to download immediately.You can download as many images as you wish.No limits.1000's of images on different topics.With more images uploaded every week and new topics added to choose from.

Thank you for reading. Christy.

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Christy Electric Wheelchair Fundraiser,Hi.I created this Artwork as a way to raise funds for an outdoor Electric Wheelchair for myself.I've been trying to raise funds for 14yrs without success,My story is on Buy me a coffee Website below.All I ask is you read my story & Give me a like.All ARTWORK is genuinely FREE on COFFEE.You only donate if you choose too.Thanks Christy. Patreon is Donation or Sponsor only.They Charge Me.Sorry. Buy me a Coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/myfrontdoor . Paypal donate https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=UQD48H4SCEEPE . Patreon support https://www.patreon.com/MyFrontDoor

Irish Mythology

VOL 13

Aine Goddess of Fertility

Áine, the legendary Irish Goddess, is the Celtic Goddess of Summer and Wealth who, while known for her healing nature, also had a dark side, as she became famous for how she took revenge on a cruel Irish king.

Áine, pronounced ‘awn-ya’, was a legendary Irish goddess who was said to represent the sun, fertility, and love. She was also said to possess the power to grant a bountiful harvest. 

Áine has always been associated with the west of Ireland and with County Limerick in particular, where there is Knockainey Hill, Cnoc Áine in Irish, which was named in her honour.

Interestingly, her name is also remembered in other locations throughout the country, such as Toberanna (Tobar Áine) in Tyrone, Lissan (Lios Áine) in Derry, and Dunsany (Dun Áine) in Louth.

Before she became known as Áine the Irish Goddess, Áine was already special as she was the daughter of a Sea God called Manannán. 

She was known and well-liked for her healing nature and knowledge of natural remedies and was widely seen as a symbol of hope and love that people adored.

Áine was said to be very beautiful, and as such, it was said that she had many different lovers who would be consumed by her passion. It was also said that she had a very vengeful nature that was to be feared if provoked.

However, it was her tragic interaction with the cruel king of Munster, Oilill Olum, and its aftermath which forged her place in history as an important figure of Irish legend.

Oilill Olum, otherwise known as Ailill Ollamh or Ailill Aulom, was the semi-mythological King of Munster who had a huge problem.

He made the shocking discovery that the grass in his many fields simply would not grow, which meant that soon his livestock and people would starve and die.

Oilill Olum sought the help of a Druid called Ferchess, who instructed him to go to Knockainey on Samhain Eve, better known as Halloween.

When Oilill Olum arrived there, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep and had a vision of Áine, who came to him as she was the Goddess of bountiful harvests and fertility.

When Oilill Olum met Áine, instead of listening to the Goddess and heeding her advice, Oilill Olum was overcome with lust and desire and forced himself onto her.

During this assault, Áine, of course, became outraged and exacted immediate revenge by biting off his ear.

This act would go on to have huge ramifications for Oilill Olum because, according to ancient Irish law, only a person who is “unblemished” would be allowed to rule.

By biting off his ear, the mythical Goddess had forever maimed Oilill Olum, and he lost his kingdom as he was now deemed by ancient Irish law to be unfit ever to rule again as he was now imperfect.

From that time on, the surname of the king, Olum, became known as meaning “one-eared” in Irish.

Surprisingly despite this, his descendants, who went on to become known as the Eoghanachta, became a powerful Irish dynasty based in the Cashel area in Tipperary that dominated and controlled the southern part of Ireland for many years.

This fact helped the legend of the Goddess Áine to grow wide as she became associated with having the ability to grant power and sovereignty.

Áine was also widely known as the Queen of the Fairies and as Áine Chlair (Áine of the Light). Rites in her honour were held regularly as recently as 1879, where Midsummer rituals were performed by locals in hopes of encouraging fertility and bountiful harvests.

The legacy of Áine the Irish Goddess is still strong today as she is remembered as being among one of the most revered and most powerful of the Irish Goddesses.  She is also remembered for how she took revenge on a terrible king who wronged her.

Most of all, Áine, the Goddess of Healing, Goddess of Sovereignty and Goddess of Sun, will probably be remembered for the duality of her personality.

This is because she was both loving and caring whilst also being quick to get angry and vengeful. Now, she is remembered in the places that bear her name. Knockainey Hill, Toberanna, Lissan and Dunsany.

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IRISH MYTHOLOGY

VOL. 12

The Goddess Macha

The Legend of Macha

In the ancient days of Ireland, when gods and mortals walked the same soil, there lived a goddess named Macha. Her name resonated through the hills, whispered by the wind, and etched into the very stones of the land.

Macha was not merely a goddess; she embodied the spirit of the wild. Her eyes held the secrets of forgotten ages, and her laughter echoed across the green plains. But it was her swiftness that set her apart—a grace that rivaled the fleetest of horses.

One day, as the sun dipped low over the royal court of Ulster, Macha found herself drawn to the racing grounds. King Emain Macha, curious about the tales of her beauty and speed, summoned her. The court gathered, their breaths held in anticipation.

Macha stood before the king, her belly round with child. Yes, she was heavy with twins, a secret she had kept hidden. But pride burned within her—a fire that would not be quenched. She declared, “I shall race against your finest horses, even with child.”

The court gasped. How could a pregnant woman compete? Yet Macha’s determination blazed brighter than any sun. The race was set, and the horses thundered forth. Their hooves kicked up dust as they galloped, but Macha matched their pace effortlessly.

Across the fields she flew, her hair streaming behind her like a comet’s tail. The crowd watched in awe as she outstripped the steeds, her swollen belly defying reason. And then, with a final burst of energy, she crossed the finish line, triumphant.

But victory came at a cost. As Macha collapsed, her labor pains began. She gave birth to twins—a son and a daughter—right there on the racetrack. Her blood mingled with the earth, and her cries echoed through the hills.

In her agony, Macha cursed the men of Ulster. “For nine generations,” she declared, “your warriors shall suffer as I have suffered. When the hour of need comes, their strength shall fail them.”

And so it was. The curse of Macha hung over Ulster like a shadow. When the great hero Cú Chulainn defended the kingdom against invaders, he fought with a pain in his side, weakened by the ancient goddess’s wrath.

But Macha’s legacy was not only one of vengeance. She became a symbol of endurance, of the indomitable spirit that defies all odds. Her name echoed through the ages, a reminder that even in our vulnerability, we can rise above and leave our mark upon the world.

And so, whenever the wind whispers through the grassy plains of Ulster, it carries the memory of Macha—the swift, the fierce, the mother who raced against destiny itself.

And there, my friend, ends the tale of Macha, forever etched in the annals of Irish mythology.

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Irish Mythology.

VOL 10

The Sluagh. Soul Stealers.

Of all the wonders and terrors in Irish folklore there are few quite so terrifying as the Sluagh. Tales were told of their wild hunt long before the coming of Christianity to Ireland, and even today old folk in the countryside will keep the windows on the west side of the house fastened tight at all times, but most especially during wakes or if someone in the house was unwell, for fear of the Sluagh coming to pay a midnight visit on their humble homes.

Wicked or saintly, kind or cruel, the Sluagh play no favourites, they'll take the souls of all that cross their path, although some say they have a particular taste for the living spirits of those who have found true love. The ancients used to think they were faerie gone terribly wrong, warped and twisted, without fear, reason or mercy. When the light came to Ireland they became the souls of lost sinners seeking to drag the unfaithful down to hell with them, but the result was the same.

The host of the unforgiven dead roam the earth on Samhain, Halloween, and it is for this reason that all fires were forbidden on that night in times gone by, so as not to attract their attention. Even death itself was no release for the souls they captured joined them on their hunt, spiralling throughout the lands of Ireland and further abroad on that darkest of nights.

Said one monk in times of yore, "The spirits fly about in great clouds, up and down the face of the world like the starlings, and come back to the scenes of their earthly transgressions. No soul of them is without the clouds of earth, dimming the brightness of the works of earth. In bad nights, the Sluagh shelter themselves behind little russet docken stems and little yellow ragwort stalks. They fight battles in the air as men do on the earth."

If denied their rightful - as they see it - feast, they don't balk at the slaughter of cattle, cats, dogs, and sheep with their poison darts. It is said that the Sluagh "commanded men to follow them, and men obeyed, having no alternative. It was these men of earth who slew and maimed at the bidding of their spirit-masters, who in return ill-treated them in a most pitiless manner. They would be rolling and dragging and trouncing them in mud and mire and pools."

In the form of a vast flock of black ravens twined about with undulating shadows they came, the echoes of their wings being found in stories of ill-omened birds heralding bad times ahead. The truly broken hearted might be attacked, or the foolish or unlucky might call them upon themselves by uttering the name Sluagh nine times over and over, pronounced sloo-ah for fear you might say it yourself, perhaps in a fit of sneezing. Upon closer inspection the great birds look more like wretched thin shades of their previous selves, with gnarled talons like the blackthorn's boughs for hands and feet, and wings of dusky smoke.

And once they have your scent let me tell you - you're in trouble then! If the pitiable mortal that has drawn their eye can bestir themselves it would be well to get indoors, with all locked and fastened, until the beating of dark wings fades with the light of dawn. Chroniclers of old also wisely advised avoiding places of loneliness such as dark forests and empty streets, lest a passing hunt might take a fancy to you! There is one other way to avoid joining them for all eternity, although most dreadful it is, and that's to give them another person in your stead.

They say a woman was eaten alive by the Sluagh in Co. Roscommon

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I don't know if this is reassuring at all, but as an "anti-ai" artist, know that you have my support. I believe ai image generation can be a wonderful and fun tool, I just hope in the future it can be more ethically based and not treated as a replacement for real artists in professional settings. Ai itself is not the problem.

Wishing you the best <3

Thank you.I appreciate that.I will always be a supporter and advocate for real art and artists.

More than life changeing.I have been locked indoors for 14 years.I live in a rural area in the middle of nowhere.Only gravel and tractor ruts as roads.It's not possible for a normal wheelchair to move on these.The chair I need is a special 3 wheeler that can get ove these ruts and stones.A dream I have been praying for for all these years.Nobody can help me with this.So I have to do it myself.Hence using my Ai art to try and get the funds to buy the chair.Sadly I have had no luck yet.Not one sponsor.But I refuse to give up.I will keep trying as hard as I can to Get this chair.Just the dream of getting out keeps me going.Still on the funny side.Maybe my art is just too bad to look at Ha Ha.Never give up.Never quit.Never stop.If I did I would have given up when I first realized I would be A vegetable for the rest of my life.My family kept me together.Now I fight to keep going for them.They did not give up on me.I refuse to give up for them.I WILL GET THE CHAIR.Even if it takes the rest of my life to do it. Thanks for the message.It cheered me up.Christy

hi i really hope you're doing well! im so sorry for the abuse and ridicule that you've had to endure for expressing yourself using a tool that allows you to pursue your passion despite the unfortunate circumstances you have to experience. you're such a creative and kind person! the people pointing fingers are immature and bitter to the point where they have the need to harrass others to feel better than them and more morally superior. this is a mental sickness that society has and is definitely not your fault at all. i hope people wake up to the usefulness of ai while still holding corporations accountable for its ethical concerns. keep on doing what you're doing! there are people who understand and want to support your endeavors including me. have a wonderful day!

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Irish Myths

VOL 9. The SELKIE. An Irish Mermaid Story

The Selkie’s Secret

In a forgotten corner of the Emerald Isle, where cliffs stood like ancient guardians and the waves whispered forgotten lullabies, there dwelled a fisherman named Eamon. His cottage clung to the rugged coast, its thatched roof weathered by countless storms. Eamon was a man of few words, his eyes etched with the sorrows of a lifetime spent chasing elusive fish and memories.

One tempest-laden evening, as rain drummed upon the windowpanes and the sea roared its defiance, Eamon stumbled upon a sight that would forever alter the course of his existence. There, nestled amidst the seaweed-strewn rocks, lay a treasure—a seal pelt of silver-gray, soft as moonlight and shimmering with otherworldly grace. Eamon’s gnarled fingers traced its edges, and he knew he held something more than mere fur. This was the skin of a Selkie—a creature of myth and melancholy.

The legends whispered of Selkies—of their dual existence, their fluidity between land and sea. By day, they swam as seals, their sleek bodies slicing through the icy depths. But when the moon hung low, they shed their skins, emerging as ethereal women, their eyes reflecting the mysteries of the abyss.

Eamon hid the pelt beneath his bed, its presence a secret shared only with the wind and the salt. Days turned into weeks, and his cottage became a sanctuary for the lost and the weary. Sailors sought refuge from raging storms, widows mourned husbands swallowed by the sea—all found solace within those walls. Yet Eamon’s gaze often strayed to the hidden pelt, wondering if the Selkie would return.

Then, one moonless night, as the stars blinked like ancient eyes, Eamon heard it—a melody that tugged at his heart, a lament woven from moonbeams and longing. He rushed to the window, and there she stood: the Selkie. Her skin was pale as foam, her hair a cascade of seaweed green. Her eyes held the wisdom of ages, and her lips curved in both fear and hope.

She was naked, vulnerable—a creature caught between realms. Eamon retrieved the pelt, its silvery strands slipping through his fingers like water. He held it out to her, voice barely a whisper. “Take it,” he said. “Be free.”

The Selkie’s tears glistened. She reached for the pelt, her fingers trembling. But then she hesitated, torn between love and duty. For Selkies faced a cruel choice: to remain with mortal lovers or return to the sea. Their hearts were bound by moonlight and salt spray.

Eamon understood. He had glimpsed eternity in her eyes, tasted salt and starlight on her lips. And so, with a bittersweet smile, he released her. The Selkie donned her pelt, her form shifting until she became a sleek seal once more. She nuzzled his cheek, a silent farewell, before slipping into the waves.

As the sea swallowed her, Eamon wept—for love unspoken, for a Selkie lost, and for the ache that would haunt him till his dying day. He walked the cliffs thereafter, eyes scanning the horizon, listening for her song—a melody carried by the wind, sung by a Selkie who danced beneath the moon.

And so, the legend of Eamon and the Selkie passed from generation to generation—a tale of sacrifice, of love that transcended realms, and of a fisherman who held the sea’s secrets close to his heart.

And there, my friend, ends our journey—a whisper of magic and longing that lingers in the salt-laden air, where Selkies still dance upon moonlit shores

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Hi Guys.

1st about me.

In short.I caught a deadly virus. I'm now severely disabled with some cognitive disfunction.BUT I'm not giving up.Into Nightcafe Ai and other Ai generators.I was a builder,A scuba diver,Hill walker,Sports charity supporter.[Run,Swim,Raft race etc to raise funds] A gardener and anything to do with outdoors.Love animals of all kinds.Family man and loved to chat with anyone.Every nation,Every country,Every people.I loved speaking to everyone. I'm Irish and we call it loving the banther,ie The Craic and the Chat.

Now.

I'm trying to create something To raise funds for a new electric Wheelchair and hopefully something that makes people smile & brightens their day. If one person laughs.Everyone around them smiles.It.s lovely. It's like a good virus.

If by some Miracle I raise these funds.

Any extra funds will be donated to the S.V.D.P.

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They are a wonderful charity in need of our support.

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Irish Celtic Mythology.

VOL 7. Oillipheist the Irish Dragon Serpent.

The Oilliphéist: Guardian of the Murky Waters

In the heart of Ireland, where the veil between the mortal realm and the Otherworld grew thin, there existed a place both feared and revered—the shores of Lough Neagh. Its waters, like darkened mirrors, held secrets older than memory itself. And at the heart of those depths slumbered a creature of legend—the Oilliphéist.

The Origins of the Oilliphéist:

The druids whispered that the Oilliphéist was born from the primordial chaos, a serpent forged in the forge of forgotten gods. Its scales shimmered like midnight stars, each one etched with symbols of forgotten languages. Its eyes—two fiery orbs—held the knowledge of ages, and its breath carried the scent of distant lands.

The Curse of the Oilliphéist:

The villagers knew better than to venture too close to Lough Neagh. For the Oilliphéist demanded tribute—an offering of livestock, precious gems, or even a maiden’s hand. Those who dared defy it faced dire consequences. Their homes flooded, their crops withered, and their cattle vanished beneath the murky waves.

Generations passed, and the Oilliphéist’s wrath remained unyielding. Its coils, longer than the tallest oaks, circled the lake, binding it to its watery domain. The villagers whispered prayers to the old gods, seeking protection from the serpent’s malevolence.

Cian, the Brave Warrior:

But fate weaves strange patterns, and one day, a young warrior named Cian emerged from the mist. His sword, forged from the heart of a fallen star, gleamed with otherworldly light. Cian had heard the tales—the Oilliphéist’s curse, its insatiable hunger for tribute, and the sorrow it wrought upon the land.

Determined to free his people, Cian set forth. The water stirred as he approached, and the Oilliphéist’s eyes emerged—a pair of fiery orbs fixated on its challenger.

“Bold mortal,” hissed the serpent, its voice echoing across the water. “Why do you disturb my slumber?”

Cian stood firm. “Your reign of terror ends today,” he declared. “Release this land from your grip, or face my blade.”

The Battle Beneath the Waters:

The Oilliphéist laughed—a sound like distant thunder. “You think a mere sword can defeat me? I am older than the hills, older than the stars. I have seen empires rise and fall.”

But Cian was undeterred. He lunged, striking at the serpent’s scales. Yet each wound healed instantly, and the Oilliphéist coiled tighter, threatening to drag him under.

Desperate, Cian remembered an ancient incantation—a secret passed down from druid to druid. He chanted the words, invoking the power of the elements. The water churned, and the serpent writhed in agony.

“Enough!” roared the Oilliphéist. “I yield.”

The Oilliphéist’s Confession:

It uncoiled, revealing its true form—a creature of sorrow and longing. “Long have I guarded these waters,” it confessed. “A curse binds me here, and only a hero’s sacrifice can break it.”

Cian hesitated. “What sacrifice?”

“The heart of a true warrior,” whispered the serpent. “Plunge your sword into my breast, and the curse shall lift.”

Cian’s hand trembled as he drove the blade into the serpent’s chest. The waters surged, and the Oilliphéist dissolved into mist. The curse lifted, and Lough Neagh sparkled in the sunlight once more.

Legacy of the Oilliphéist:

Cian returned to the village, hailed as a hero. But he carried the memory of the Oilliphéist—the guardian of murky waters—forever etched in his soul. And so, the legend endured—a reminder that even monsters had stories, and sometimes, their fates were intertwined with our own.

And there, by the shores of Lough Neagh, the Oilliphéist’s tale lives on, whispered in the wind and reflected in the ripples of ancient waters.

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In the shadowed valleys of ancient Ireland, where mist clung to the gnarled oaks and legends whispered through the heather, there existed a chieftain named Abhartach. His name, meaning “dwarf,” belied the darkness that consumed his heart. Abhartach ruled over a desolate realm, a land where the sun dared not linger, and the moon itself seemed to shiver.

Abhartach was no ordinary ruler. His eyes held secrets—secrets that danced between life and death. His malevolence knew no bounds, and he reveled in the suffering of his subjects. The villagers trembled under his iron-fisted rule, their lives drained by his insatiable hunger for power.

But it was not merely earthly dominion that Abhartach sought. He wielded forbidden magic—the kind that twisted the fabric of reality. His very existence defied the natural order. When the moon waxed full, he would vanish into the ancient woods, chanting incantations that echoed through the hollows. And when he returned, his eyes glowed like embers, and his thirst for blood remained unquenched.

Cathain, a neighboring chieftain, could bear it no longer. His people suffered, their souls crushed by Abhartach’s maleficence. Cathain, fueled by courage and desperation, rallied his warriors. They marched toward Abhartach’s fortress, swords gleaming with resolve.

The battle unfolded—a clash of steel and ancient curses. Cathain fought with valor, each swing of his blade fueled by the collective anguish of the oppressed. Abhartach, however, was no ordinary foe. His wounds healed swiftly, and his laughter echoed across the blood-soaked moors.

Three times Cathain struck him down, and three times Abhartach rose again. The villagers watched in horror as the dwarf king emerged from his grave, his eyes aflame with hatred. The very earth seemed to recoil from his touch.

Desperate, Cathain sought the counsel of a wise druid. The old seer revealed the truth: Abhartach was one of the neamh-mairbh, the walking dead. To defeat him, Cathain needed more than mortal weapons. He required a yew-wood sword—anointed with moonlight—a burial upside down, thorny barriers encircling the grave, and a massive stone to seal it shut.

And so, Cathain faced Abhartach once more. With each blow, he drove the yew-wood blade into the dwarf’s heart. The earth drank Abhartach’s malevolence, and the villagers wept with relief. They buried him head down, thorns piercing the soil, and placed the colossal stone atop the grave.

Abhartach’s reign of terror ceased, but his legend endured. The laght—a sepulchral monument—still stands in the parish of Errigal, a grim reminder. Beware, for Abhartach’s thirst for blood may yet stir in the shadows, waiting for the next moonrise to break free.

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The Legend of Lí Ban

In the ancient days when the sea and land were closely intertwined, there lived a mermaid named Lí Ban. Her beauty was unmatched, and her voice could weave enchanting melodies that echoed across the waves.

Lí Ban was no ordinary mermaid. She possessed a magical red cap called the “cohuleen druith”, which allowed her to move freely between the depths of the ocean and the rocky shores. With her cap on, she could walk upon land as gracefully as she swam in the sea.

One fateful day, Lí Ban ventured too close to the shore. There, she caught sight of a young fisherman named Eochaidh. His rugged features and kind eyes captured her heart. Lí Ban watched him from the waves, her green tail shimmering in the sunlight.

Eochaidh, too, was entranced by the mysterious beauty in the water. He longed to know her name, to hear her sing. And so, he waited by the shore, hoping she would return.

Days turned into weeks, and Lí Ban and Eochaidh exchanged glances across the boundary of sea and land. Their silent connection deepened, and love blossomed between them. Lí Ban would emerge from the waves, her red cap concealing her mermaid form, and they would share stolen moments on the beach.

But love between a mortal and a mermaid was not without its challenges. Lí Ban knew that her time on land was limited. She could not stay forever, for her heart belonged to the sea. And Eochaidh, though smitten, could not follow her beneath the waves.

One stormy night, as the waves crashed against the cliffs, Lí Ban made a choice. She removed her magical cap and placed it gently in Eochaidh’s hands. Tears filled her eyes as she whispered, “Keep this safe, my love. It is my link to both worlds.”

Eochaidh vowed to protect the precious cap. But as Lí Ban returned to the sea, her tail transforming into shimmering scales, she knew their love was destined for heartache. She sang a mournful song, her voice carrying across the waves, bidding farewell to the man she loved.

Years passed, and Eochaidh grew old. He would sit by the shore, staring out at the horizon, waiting for Lí Ban’s return. But she never came. The magical cap remained in his possession, a bittersweet reminder of their love.

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