// the answer was always the question
Six characters. Two doubled. A pattern within a pattern. The name itself is a cipher, folded over on its own symmetry, daring you to find the key hidden in repetition.
The riddle does not want to be solved.
It wants to be experienced.
Look closer. The doubled letters mirror each other across the center. RR on the left, DD within, L at the end. The vowel sits alone at the fulcrum -- the hinge on which the whole puzzle turns.
R.R.I.D.D.L >> decode: reflection
The answer was never a word.
It was a feeling.
Some doors were never meant to open.