The moment when even the brightest colors begin to feel dull. It’s the gentle, growing weight of repetition; the comfort of familiarity turning into constraint. Like a song once cherished that begins to echo too often, or a view once breathtaking that begins to feel enclosed, saturation is not failure or boredom, it’s a signal. A whisper from within.
It speaks of freedom.
Because freedom is not always escape; sometimes, it's evolution.
