When it watched, it saw.

Saw others alike and unlike It, men or men-like or insect, barely afloat the Worldskin slippage. Most were one or another form of Resister - lone walkers, who struggled upstream, as to cover enough distance to last for a slumber in the dark, outside the ever closer bed of Yellow teeth. Away from the slurp of the swallowing pit, away from its yellow spit.

Most were not all. It saw yet another form. Before it saw, it heard.

Heard the smack of its tongue and the roar of its own belly, upon recognising the figure in the distance. The man - Resister once but no more so - a mere breather now; one of those who abandoned the struggle, only to submit to the call instead, and surrender to the all-stream. One of those, who joined the current, slowly but surely closing the scarce distance back to Yellow. The silhouette swayed loose in distance, as if all-ready already, to crumble into one final slumber.