Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

By the late evening, Kilgitsuk had roamed to the edge of the world and then beyond it. Water licked at his heels as he followed a half-submerged segment of earth. His belly was full of freshwater fish, as well as some eggs he had pilfered from a gulls nest a few hours prior.

The stars lit the way. At times Kilgitsuk was so distracted by them, he nearly walked in to the sea where he caught them winking; but it wasn't real, those glimmerings. The waves would twist and froth, and he would catch himself.

When he came to an expanse of beachfront, he was surprised. Had he gotten turned around somehow? So he looked to the path behind, and saw that it had been swallowed up. Now only the starry ocean remained, and he was left to figure out the rest.