Endless silver Coins in a night Market

"I was sitting on the floor of my high school library trying to organize a stack of old magazines, but when I reached into my coat pocket, my hand bumped into a massive pile of shiny silver coins. I pulled out handfuls of heavy, gleaming quarters and silver dollars, and every time I emptied my pockets onto the carpet, more just kept appearing out of nowhere. I felt this sudden, dizzying rush of pure thrill in my chest—I realized I had enough money right there to buy whatever I wanted. Suddenly I was walking through a crowded night market full of glowing paper lanterns, carrying a canvas bag that was so heavy with coins it was tearing at the seams. I kept dropping shiny nickels onto the cobblestones as I walked, but I didn't even care because my pockets were bursting with them. I bought a warm pastry from a street vendor and paid with a single golden coin, laughing out loud because the bag felt bottomless and I felt completely unstoppable."