Where is this From? (Intro - Instrumental)

(Intro - Instrumental) (Verse 1 - Digital Section) [Voice is clean, precise, and almost unnervingly calm, with no vibrato.] A plastic crease, an imperfect line, the river's folded into a screen. A thousand cranes against the gradient css and a word I cannot say. (Verse 2 - Digital Section) [Voice returns to its clean, precise delivery.] A mountain's code, a pixel-glitch, a timber's grain I cannot stitch. This borrowed face, this borrowed name… a perfect, solitary game. (Chorus - Analog Section) [Voice is even more desperate and plaintive than before, almost cracking with emotion.] aching aching aching aching aching aching (Outro - Hybrid Bridge Section) [Voice is a fragile, accepting whisper, floating between the digital koto and analog shakuhachi.] So let the static rain flow down slow… on the phantom app, far below in the scroll moss.