In a sleepy English village, a cathedral grows out of the ground. It pushes aside the village buildings, obliterates the market square and attracts international attention. It is a stone structure of great beauty with many natural forms which attract local wildlife.
Then the people come. They wait outside the cathedral’s enormous blank stone doorways, unaware that it’s already admitted its caretaker, a financial executive from London. The cathedral has welcomed him, made friends and shown him the ropes.
At the grand opening, miraculous healings occur. But not for everyone. There’s only one universal experience: as each person enters, the cathedral shows them a memory, some poignant moment from their past. A debate rages about the meaning of this.
Then the ascensions begin. Like the world, the caretaker struggles to understand why some are chosen to ascend and not others. He resigns himself to his duties. But the cathedral has one last surprise for him.
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