Prisoner's Dream Sinks

"Brother Ye, please let me go!" A man knelt in the void, his face full of pity. "Didn't you already see it? This world is fake, it's just your imagination." The man opposite him sighed softly. "Alas." The man sighed deeply, "You are always like this. You would rather live in the dream you weave than face reality." "And I want to go back... But I can't." "Then let's switch! You go back for me, okay?" A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the eyes of the kneeling man. "Why do you always think that I should pay silently behind the scenes?" He shook his head, with a hint of weariness in his tone. "You fantasize about being reborn and traveling across the nine heavens and ten lands, as if everything is taken for granted. And I, it seems, are destined to be your 'golden finger'." "It's so naive, it's so stupid. I help you realize your wish, just for the sake of the 'anchor' that finally appears." The man raised his hand and shook it gently. The whole world shattered, dissolved like a mirror, and finally dissipated into nothingness. Then, an indescribable mysterious aura emerged—and then disappeared in an instant. He closed his eyes for a moment, then held his palm in the void, and an ancient coin quietly appeared. "I still can't find my way back." The man didn't look disappointed, but seemed to have expected it. Taking a step forward, he was already standing in nothingness. The indescribable thing behind him that can be called a "door" is slowly fading and disappearing. And without stopping, he stepped into another "door"...