In a quiet downtown, this early 20th-century hotel stands as a forgotten relic of travelers’ tales. Once a bustling stop, its faded elegance now harbors dust and memories. In the lobby, a dusty Christmas tree lingers, while a man slept nearby, unaware of my camera’s clicks. Voices drifted from a closed room, prompting my cautious, whisper-quiet ascent to the second and third floors, both eerily empty. My photographs capture its haunting charm, preserving the stories of guests long gone, etched in a place time has left behind.