By Nana Vix, reluctantly published by Ken Hollow
“Nana barged into my office (read: the corner of my kitchen) and dropped this onto my keyboard. She said, and I quote, ‘Put this on the blog, human man. The people deserve the truth.’ So here it is. Please don’t sue me, Valdorran Ministry of Mythical Affairs.”
– Ken
💫 Welcome to Valdorra, I Guess
Ah, Valdorra.
The land of ancient magic. Of glistening waterfalls. Of fairies passive-aggressively judging your outfit.
A place where fox spirits like me were born, shaped, and promptly shoved into a social hierarchy that makes Earth’s influencer industry look reasonable.
If you’re thinking of visiting — don’t.
If you’re thinking of moving there — seek help.
🧝 What Even Is Valdorra?
Valdorra is a hidden magical realm accessed via portals, old oaths, and (in some cases) drunken pacts with suspicious magical frogs. It exists adjacent to your world — which means I can access Wi-Fi but not affordable rent.
The realm is divided into:
- The High Courts (Where fairies used to rule and nothing ever got done. Now that the satyrs rule, still nothing gets done by the way)
- The Deep Forests (Where the wildlife wants to eat you or traumatize you, but mostly traumatize you)
- The Elemental Territories (Fire, water, air, trauma)
- And The Outskirts, where creatures like me come from — fox spirits, elves, and other “problematic entities.”
In short: Valdorra is like Hogwarts if the Sorting Hat was on mushrooms and capitalism.
🚫 Things You’ll Find in Valdorra That Are Horrible:
- A bureaucracy so dense it has sentient paperwork
- Creatures who speak exclusively in riddles and judgment
- “Trials by Moonlight” (basically unpaid internships but with curses)
- Public dueling hours (Tuesdays, 3PM)
- Lack of rights for half the population
🔮 Why I Left
Because I wanted more.
More glam. More gold. More glittery mortal men liking my Instagram posts.
Also:
- I was tired of being told my “enchanting energy” was “disruptive”
- I wanted to monetize my chaos
- And someone needed to tell Earth what’s really going on in that pastel hellscape
Valdorra stripped me of my rights, my crown (I never had one), and my ability to order bubble tea at 3AM.
Earth may be doomed, but at least here I can complain about it in high-definition.
📌 TL;DR for Mortals
Valdorra is a magical realm full of beauty, danger, and deeply judgmental trees.
You’re not missing out.
If you visit, bring offerings. And pepper spray.
For a deeper dive into the culture, politics, and “romance” (hah), you may consult me directly via chat. But only if you’re cute and your simping score is respectable.
Love and low-key vengeance,
🦊 Nana Vix
Hi. I’m Ken. I run Two Second Solutions, a one-man agency that somehow landed a fox spirit influencer as a client. I drink too much coffee, blog when I need to vent, and regularly update my résumé just in case she sets the office on fire again. I’m not crying — it’s just spell residue.