Anything can be beautiful

Nova stands at the top of the hill, looking out over the long grassy fields below, ultimately leading into large, dark forests.
"It's beautiful," she says, disregarding all of the death and decay that has happened here over the past 100 years.
"If thousands of my ancestors hadn't died here...hadn't been slaughtered mercilessly...this would be a perfect place to cloud watch."

She sits down at the top of the hill for a moment, breathing in clean, clear air.
"Perfection," she says. "At it's very best."
Then she lays on her back and closes her eyes.
"Fuck death and decay," she thinks. "Any space can be beautiful. Any past can be reversed."

She starts humming to herself, a soft, bouncy melody, and smiles.
Anything can be beautiful.