With the mushroom alone on the tree in the front garden.
We both sway on the tree in the wind, both of us, just both of us.
You are pretty, have fine but strong lamellas, smell good, are definitely edible.

You and me on the island. If that were so, I would have to eat you. Will you do me good? But how does that look from your side? Can you enjoy me if I enjoy you?

Nothing can separate us anymore, on this island we are together forever.
Oh, now I've broken you. Did it hurt you?

The story I once read about a man who kidnapped a thirty year younger minor girl fits here. The two lived together in Greece for several years because the authorities had not taken the Interpol search seriously.
He was able to bind them because she thought she could not go back to her mother because she had lied to her. She had told her that her relationship with the elderly man had ended, which she was not. He also made her believe that he was going to prison for life for kidnapping a minor. So she stayed with him for years. They slept in the tent. When the money reserves were exhausted, he did casual work. Later she did the same.
Later someone took her in, they thought she was father and daughter.
Over time he lost interest in her, no longer wanted sex, neglected his appearance, they had more and more differences of opinion, and in the end hardly spoke to each other.

Was it no longer a forbidden fruit and thus lost its appeal?

When it became too stupid for her, she contacted the police. He was arrested. She came home where the mother and they did not recognize each other immediately. (There was no father, in my memory.)

A piece of the mushroom now falls from the tree. Maybe it will spread down there. Up here in the tree, with me, that would not be possible.

Remedy Code
7 for the exclusion
a phase/subphase 6 for the relationship,
maybe a 1 for it was a child's situation
Stage 13 for coming home finally.

Just me and the fungus. Looking for a place to prove in the house and around it, it becomes clear that I have to climb the tree in the front yard.
While the wind is shaking the tree softly, I say to my mushroom: "Only you and me, just the two of us. You are nice, your lamellae are sound and strong. You smell good. I guess you are edible. You and me, on an island, on our island. If so, I'd have to eat you. Will you suit me? What about you? Will you enjoy being eaten by me? - Nothing will separate us. On this island, we will stay together for the rest of our lives. - Oh, now I broke something off of you. Did it hurt?"

(This talk has a slight erotic connotation. At that point a true story comes to my mind, which fits this situation from the beginning to the end:)

A man has kidnapped a minor, thirty years younger than him. Before she returned home after some years, they had lived together in Greece, mostly in a tent, until someone offered them a place in her house, thinking they were father and daughter.
They had an affair in Germany. The man told the girl, he would go to prison for lifetime for kidnapping a minor. Above that, she had lied to her mother telling her she had ended the affair. So the girl felt she could not go home again and had to stay with the man. (I think she did not know her real father, at least he had not played a significant role in her life.)
In Greece, they first lived on some savings, then he did some jobs. Later on, she did similar.
Over the years, they quarreled more and more, and finally they hardly talked to each other.
His sexual interest in her faded. He neglected his appearance.
(As she was no longer a forbidden fruit?)
Some years had passed when she decided to present herself to the police who had ignored Interpol-search. She returned home where the mother and her had difficulties to recognise each other. He was arrested soon after. The two stayed in contact while he was waiting for his trial.

At last, a piece of the fungus falls off the tree.
"Maybe you can spread now. Here, in the tree, this would have been impossible."

Remedy code7 for the exclusion
a phase/subphase 6 for the relationship,
maybe a 1 for it was a child's situation
Stage 13 for coming home finally.