Whispers

Beneath the sidewalks we stroll and the fields we forget, history lingers like a whisper — quiet, persistent, and impossibly close. Erie’s past isn’t buried; it’s layered, folded into the bricks of forgotten buildings and the shadows of long-vanished roads. Every rusted sign, every cracked foundation, is a portal to what once was. You may not see it, but it sees you. And if you listen closely, you might just hear the echo of footsteps that came before your own.