Some explanation/backstory:
This is about a boy that let his dreams bleed out of him. The will and hands of everyone changing his whole and every existence. And even if life was created-almost emerged- out of it (the tree-like shape of hands and skin), I wonder if that life would ever be beautiful, or even at the very least, worth living.
(It has some more interpretations, but I will leave them to you ✨)