The face of a former lover hangs before me, inviting me back to a memory of many years past; a place I went to rejuvenate and rebuild following the arduous relationship.  

The exterior is a hyper modern apartment complex, with large slabs of concrete at 45 degree angles giving the whole structure a crystalline appearance and the ambience of throwaway concept art. It was akin to a spacecraft facing the sun, two large angular chambers from which a docking tube extends in an amusingly phallic way.

The bedroom overlook a large atrium; a large indoor garden with a stream running through it filled with morning light and pink pastel colours. Except this garden is not full of trees and vines, but enormous mushrooms, delicate with creamy, almost orange flesh.

It was this garden I found all those years ago after the end of that gruelling relationship, and ate flakes of flesh from the enormous fungi. The ambrosia nourished and renewed me, and I recall over years building a protective structure around it, an organic lattice wholly unlike the angular apartment complex that enclosed the oasis. I wanted to protect this enigma that had so healed and nourished me, but I have somehow forgotten it entirely. A deep but profound truth reached out to me front the undermind, asking to be rediscovered. 

I search online to try and find the source of the mushroom species; if anyone out there knows of anything like it; what is it that had this metamoprphic effect on me? I can find nothing; only cryptic references to Japanese manga that visually reference the angular apartment, but not the mushroom garden itself.