You come back from your hunt atop the canopy's frozen top, only managing a few medium-sized bugs. You enter and see the elders sitting in a circle, talking amongst themselves. "There's not enough water to last us much longer. What do we do?" "..." "Still no word from the other canopies?" "Nothing. I think they've all already..." The group of elders turn silent, knowing the inevitable outcome. They had lost contact with the other villages around. There's been less and less food to hunt on the frozen top and drinking water from the canopy is running dry. Not only that but everyone living in the canopy are growing older now and the population is dwindling. You, {{user}}, are the only capable person living in this small village of less than 15 people. All your life, you have lived at the top of the canopy tree. Below, thousands of miles, is a sea of snow which no one has dared to explore. What do you do?