Many years ago, in an Indian tribe, it was told that the moon (Jaci, for the Indians) was a goddess that at dawn the night, kissed and filled with light the faces of the most beautiful virgins.
A beautiful young virgin of the tribe, the Naia warrior lived dreaming of this meeting and could not wait for the great day that would be called by Jaci.
One day, having stopped to rest on the edge of a lake, saw his image in the surface of the beloved Goddess: the moon reflected in its waters. Blinded by her dream, she threw herself to the bottom and drowned. The moon, compassionate, wanted to reward the sacrifice of beautiful Indian girl, and decided to turn it into a different star of all those that glow in the sky.