AUGH!!! A flood of incomprehensible horseshit surges through your mind. So many terrible ideas! You can't believe anyone in the cosmos would want to see you act out such foolishness. Maybe this Rhapsodist doesn't have your best interests in mind after all.
But wait. You sense these are not the mandates of the Rhapsodist herself, but are being channeled through her in some way. These horrible ideas surely originate from a horde of demons who wish to see you made the fool! The Rhapsodist strikes you as more of a curator of bad ideas, a filter of sorts. This brings you comfort, as you don't see why she would bother with this charade unless she was a mystical guide in some sense, not unlike a guardian angel. You decide to place your full trust in the wisdom of the Rhapsodist. You just KNOW she's going to pick a course of action which is both logical and constructive in addressing your current dilemma.