Across the crystal blue waters of this lake, on certain full moon nights, one can hear the mournful cries that stir its untroubled calm.  It is perhaps an enchantment that produces those strange lamentations.

Legend decrees it is the spirit of the Inca Illi Yunqui that haunts the water tomb in which he buried his soul-mate, the Princess Kora-Illé who had tragically fallen down a cliff during a royal mountain banquet (a nascu).  The Inca Yunqui, whose grief shook the mountain, believed that no human grave would compare with the lake.  Shrouded in white linen, her delicate corpse was lowered into the blue depths in the presence of the grief-stricken imperial court.  From that moment, the waters were tinted with the emerald shade of the beautiful eyes that the heir of the sun could awaken no more.

Roaming this place, a breath of love and mystery is covered by the silent shroud of the snow.