The final end.

And the angel of the lord blew in its trumpet.
Trice he blew and the mountains crumbled.
The light became dull without direction.
The waters vanished. All surface leveled worldwide to a flat land. A land whiteout plants and hills and off cause no buildings. Just gray and plain.
The wind ceased and the temperature had all over the world one cozy level.
Then the ancestors left their graves and joined the living.
They understood each other without words.
Everyone was just about 28. With no illness, pain and longings.
There was no morning and no evening. Nobody was tired, hungry or thirsty.
So began eternity.