Wheeling Gull Isle exit music (for a film)

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It had been three days since it had happened. The nightmares wouldn't stop. She woke up screaming, panting, clawing at the ground. The bulging eyes, heaving sides--they were painted onto the ridges of her brain like graffiti, marking her forever. A killer. An angel of death. Finally, a wolf fit for Blackfeather Woods.

So often, now, Maegi paced aimlessly, ignoring all company. Even the wordless presence of Mou was too much. They looked into her gaze, and they would know--know her for an evil girl. Coelacanth would cast her out; she would be homeless once more, tossed into the wind, defenseless. She would never again walk the beaches of Wheeling Gull Isle. And perhaps that was for the best.

It was sunset when she came to her cache, emptying her entire store of poppy seeds. Ten? Twenty? She didn't know, and didn't care. All she wanted, as she trotted through the forest with the leaf-wrapped bundle of poppies, was to not feel. No emotions, no thoughts. Nothing but the opiate haze, pulling her down, silencing the voices that shouted constantly in her head. She wanted nothing more than to slip away for a time, until this madness had finally ended.

She flopped down where the trees faded into the beach, on the west coast, the setting sun turning her ivory coat to flames. She unwrapped the bundle, setting out the seeds. One by one, the little black dots lined up like ants. Then Maegi began to lap them up, almost rhythmically, each lingering for a moment on her tongue before sliding down her throat. She didn't keep track of how many she took, only that it far exceeded the number she had told Mou to avoid--"it makes you wiggly," she'd said.

Well, wiggly she felt now, and more. As the sun bled down, down, down into the waves, so too did she begin to fade, the comforting darkness crushing her. Ah. . .the poppies. Her escape from everything, her one avenue of bliss. It was only when she felt her heartbeat slow dramatically--something she'd never experienced before--and her breathing labor that panic started to creep up her throat, choking her.

Maegi scratched at the sand, a whine bubbling past her ruined lips. She rolled over, the entire world rolling with her. Nothing at all felt normal now, but then, nothing ever had. But this was different. She was falling into a sea that she'd never escape, now, and it would take a miracle for her to break the surface once more.

The Melonii could only hope, deep in the recesses of her brain where rational thought still dwelled, that someone was close enough to hear her desperate squeals.