Write me a haiku about the site Similar Worlds

Where old confessions bloom,
From Experience Project’s ashes,
New strangers arrive.

Secrets fill the feed,
Relationships, quirks, desires,
And questionable takes.

We came just to browse,
Then somehow three hours have passed,
Still scrolling for more.

A digital town,
Built from everyone’s weird stories,
Where normal disappears.

Similar Worlds calls,
Experience Project lives on,
And we answer back.