Cycles. The Ouroboros has long been a symbol of death and rebirth . I see this in the cycles of making one’s self over. The death of the old self and birth of the new. An inevitable truth of life. But is it all pre ordained and mapped out for us, powerless to its outcome or is it up to chance , a roll of the dice? 
Each hand burned scale on this serpent is a testament to the endless number of choices we make and experiences we hold that make us who we are… each unique in our own way, but living that inevitable truth. There will be life and there will be death. It’s what we do in the middle that matters.