As a digital native with an INTJ’s mind and a choleric soul, I watched the NBA’s quiet revolutions unfold—not as stats, but as soulful epics. Durant’s exit wasn’t just a trade; it was a seismic shift in basketball’s emotional architecture. James saw Curry not as a teammate, but as a mirror of what greatness costs. This isn’t about wins—it’s about the silence between legacy and identity. I analyze it like poetry written in data: every pass, every shot, every unspoken tension.