An angelic presence named "8byte { 8byte }" mirthfully wishes to remind us of the true name of the Rhapsodist, and by extension, it seems the Rhapsodist wishes us to know this as well. Perhaps this is her coy manner of introducing herself? Her mysterious ways aren't making her any less infuriatingly seductive, or making you less inclined to stare at the hawk tuah bust to derail your lustful invasive thoughts.
But how do they know this is the name of the Rhapsodist? You guess it's probably true, otherwise, why would JOLLACRITY herself relay this thought? Maybe... maybe the problem isn't that on some level you're shamefully down bad for Jollacrity. Maybe the real problem is that she's down bad for YOU. Oh dear...
This is a JOLLASTROPHE. You mean CATASCRITY. Fuck. You can't get her name out of your mind now. You can only assume this was her exact design. You begin to contemplate the cyanide tablets again.