Just discovered this on Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJWksPWDKOc I haven't felt this feel since I was 8 years old reading a pokeman manga and looking at Misty's youthful body full of energy and poise. Like Misty, this too evokes an indescribable feeling similar to the effect that beauty has to move you to tears. Instead of tears of joy and reverence, however, it's a dark, somber force. A sense of dread, suspense— as though the enormity of the universe is bearing down on you, crushing you, and folding you down inside your mind. It has the introspective effect of looking at yourself in the mirror with another mirror behind you with a distinctive essence of the maternal archetype. Through the cascading echoes of your self-conscience you attempt to grasp at this raw, uncaring power. It cares not, but has completely intoxicated your soul; it is a part of you.