Fairy fort / earthen ringfort in Moyleen

Thirty-six metres of broken earth circle the wet grass of Moyleen, a shallow ring where forgotten footsteps still echo. People called it a fairy fort because the gaps in its bank admit more shadow than light, yet a hidden stone passage cuts through the western soil like a buried breath. What hand dug that chamber, and for whom, has never been recorded. The field gives no answer, only a shape wide enough to walk around and a hole deep enough to disappear into.