"Where has your goat head gone?"
"Haha!"
Soma chuckled lightly.
It all started when Daksha had pressured Sati into suicide, enraging Shiva, who then sent his ferocious incarnation to confront the situation.
Later, persuaded by Brahma and Vishnu, Shiva did not kill Daksha but instead removed his head and replaced it with the humbler head of a goat.
Ever since then, Daksha had a goat's head atop his shoulders.
Whoosh!
In the Heavenly Realm, the moonlight grew even denser, casting down its piercing chill like numerous mocking gazes, illuminating Daksha's serene visage.
"Child, this is no laughing matter."
"I once committed a sin. My arrogance led to the death of my most beloved daughter, driving Sati to self-immolation."
"Later, Sati returned, changed in appearance, but she was still my daughter Sati. She and Mahadeva forgave me, restoring my head!"
"But I cannot forgive myself!"
Daksha's gaze was distant, as if looking through time itself, seeing his past self.